The kid working the counter was too thin to really count as dinner. A snack maybe, and he wouldn’t have registered as much more than that if his heart wasn’t beating so god damn fast. It made it harder to concentrate on much of anything else, barely aware of even how hot the cup of coffee was as Langdon poured it down his throat.
This was his problem. It had always been his problem, since the day he’d woken up gasping for air he didn’t need anymore, mouth still tasting like copper. He couldn’t control himself, because no one had ever taught him how to when all he wanted to do was get the hell away from the thing that had turned him.
So here he was. The restart button pushed once again, a fresh town with fresh faces that he told himself he wasn’t going to rip from their skulls this time.
If he could just stop fixating on that vein in the kid’s neck.
The bell above the door jingled, the sound blessedly louder than the steady thud of a heart beating too fast. There weren’t enough other people here at this time of day, so he latched easily onto the offered distraction, sliding out of his seat to catch the door. “You need help with that?"
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