Hours later, Lila woke with a start in her own bed, the sheets tangled around her
naked body. The room was cast in the soft glow of the setting sun, and she blinked
against the light, her heart hammering in her chest. She took a deep breath, the smell
of roasting flesh still lingering in her nose. It was all a dream, she told herself,
just a nightmare born of Becky’s cruel words and her own overactive imagination. But as
she looked down, she saw the stickiness between her legs, a grim reminder of the
very real orgasm.