Capítulo 357: Four Days Prior

Her skin still wouldn't stop tingling all over. 

Ketertras were a notorious nasty swarm of pestering persistent parasites unseen, that when allowed free to flourish, would reside just beneath the skin of their host… and while death almost always followed after, the mildest, earliest symptom to surface would always be a tingle.

And while Irene knew the notion of imminent death was as far as could possibly be, alas, like a tenacious desiring stalker lurking over her shoulder, it followed her, hounded her, this unending tingling sensation.

The exact moment she left the hold of his arms, the warmth of his body against hers, it started - leaving the hotel room, striding past the lobby entrance, slamming shut the door of her car - and never ended. 

It was right there, with the steering wheel a poor innocent victim to the pressure of her fingers, her blank emotionless gaze over the dashboard, that the sensation finally reached a climax.