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entirely up to you.”
    Her mouth went a little dry at that and she felt a little
flushed with desire.
    She couldn’t help the smile as she said softly, “We’ll talk
about it later, when we’re not on horses.”
    Maybe she should have waited for the conversation, because
she really wanted to kiss him, and more, but it would have to wait.  She
was also a little worried about jumping into something so fast when her world
had just drastically changed.  She knew she was desperate for an anchor in
her life.  She was attracted to him though, and she knew he was a good
person.
    She decided not to think about it so much, she had enough to
worry about as it was.  Such as what awaited her at the other end of the
pull she felt to the northwest.  She also needed to learn to channel
magic, and practice without overdoing it, not to mention learning to swing this
big stick at someone that meant her harm.
    What happened if they met a psycho gang over the next hill
looking for food.  She sighed and closed her eyes a moment, depending on
her horse to continue following along with John and Nim.  She could feel
them anyway through the magic, along with the road, and could steer with her
eyes closed if it came up.  Maybe if she stopped trying to pull the magic,
and just opened herself to it.  It seemed like a breeze, or a current, now
that she was concentrating on it, it didn’t feel like a blanket, so much as
something that was constantly flowing and eddying, maybe she didn’t need to
pull it in at all.
    She decided if she didn’t figure it out, she’d ask Nim when
they stopped for the day, but she really wanted to get it on her own. 
Then she had a strange idea, but she’d try the other first…

Chapter
6 - Sean
    Sean washed his blood off of himself, the shower was cold
but that was better than nothing.  He’d sat in his blood for hours,
looking at the empty eyes of Cynthia, not quite believing what he had
done.  It had even healed his wound, he was able to see his unblemished
skin when he turned and looked into the mirror.  It was self-defense yes,
but she had screamed in pain and terror as he ripped her life force out.
    The worst part was he had gloried in it.  It had been a
rush of pleasure as the bitch’s life energy had entered him.  He enjoyed
it, so much so he was hard as a rock afterwards.  Only the immediately
revulsion that followed after, at his enjoyment of draining her life, had kept
him from finishing himself off.  That… and the puddle of blood he had been
sitting in.
    He’d also gotten the memories of her life.  It was
different than the rats which had been ephemeral, living for the moment. 
    She’d been twenty-six years old, despite his younger
estimation when he first laid eyes on her.  She was selfish, a woman that
went through rich and handsome men, stringing them along for gifts and
money.  Really, no better than a whore.  He took that thought back,
whores at least were honest and upfront about it, he’d bet some of them were
even good people, just down on their luck with nowhere else to turn.  She
however, was evil.
    He knew all women did that to a certain extent, it was wired
into them to find a successful man and hook him, but most of those women also
fall in love, or even simply care, there was more to it than a cold and
heartless game.  But not for Cynthia, she’d been colder inside than he
ever would have believed.  She liked playing men for the fools, hurting
them when she left.  It exited her when she hurt others emotionally, and
he wondered if she’d been entirely sane.
    When the world started ending three weeks ago, she’d upped
her game, truly become evil, not just content with ruining a man, she started to
kill, no longer afraid of the consequences of her dark appetite.  She’d
been a predator, through and through.
    He was also disturbed because he was still… attracted to her
looks, her outward beauty.  The large breasts, the wide hips, and
lusciously thin waist,