Chapter 52 Not Fair

• *Rafe*
• The taste of berries and fresh stream water lingers on my tongue. No matter how much I eat, be it blood or food, the taste doesn’t go away. I find this both comforting and maddening at the same time. Ainslee Bleiz, no one tastes like you. No one.
• Paperwork litters my desk. Papers to review. Reports to sign. Tasks that can wait, and important items that shouldn’t wait any longer. But I keep putting them off anyway. I can’t work. I can’t move. I can’t even think with my Ainslee gone.