Bryant shook his head slowly. "I have no idea, no explanation. I did not ask the woman. I attacked her and would have killed her, thinking of her as his assailant." Bryant confessed it without changing tone, a simple, quiet admission.
"He was in bad shape, in obvious agony, sweating blood, and she stood over him, digging into his wound. There was so much blood, I thought she was a vampiress, deranged, tormenting him, trying to eviscerate him."
