I could smell garlic seeping from his pores as he sweated, delirious.I paced, feeling helpless, my thoughts a confusing swirl.Michael is here.Michael is a vampire now.And vampires aren’t off-limits to shifters. I felt a flutter of hope and quickly squashed it. He’d had four years to hate me. Our reunion had been horrible, and when I’d accused him of messing with me, he hadn’t denied it. He’d been deliberately cruel.But he’d touched my cheek so tenderly, had whispered, “Dreamed of this,” when he’d seen me. What did that mean?Even though our blind date was worse than awful, seeing him tossing and turning in the moonlight brought all my emotions back to the surface. I couldn’t abandon him. Not while he was vulnerable and alone and hunted. I knew a thing or two about hunting and protecting. That was my job, after all. I could protect him until he was back on his feet.Provided I could find some clothing, of course.I prowled through the broken-down plant, looking for something to cover up my nudity, but there was nothing.
