Lumen could not move, but she could let her imagination run riot. So far there had been a David who wasn't really David, and a Sir Bertram who was a tiger, but the tigers weren't really tigers, not to mention Taylor Finch, with and without his hand. And a ghost of Rebecca. It always came back to Rebecca.
Tigers, tigers everywhere.
"Nice kitty. Good kitty." Lumen couldn't control the inanities coming out of her mouth, she was so scared. But boy, oh boy, how soft their fur!
"It's not really a tiger," Rebecca hissed.
Or is it? Tiger Tiger Burning Bright
a haunting