Jack pushed himself free and backed away.
Blood was frothing from Wesley's sagging jaws as he clawed at his spurting throat. Ava was staring at him. She looked frightened, bewildered.
Horrified.
Unable to watch any longer, Jack slunk off to a corner of the living room. He lay down and curled his body into himself for comfort. Across the room, it sounded like Wes was snoring, just asleep. Gradually, the noise died away to a gentle rattle of breath. Then all he could hear was Ava's quiet sobs.
He couldn't tell how long the calm lasted. Spots of color started to speckle his vision. His limbs cramped up and his body shook. It felt like he was being suffocated, smothered like the power was draining away, leaving him weak and defenseless.
