CLARE – POV
I don't know how, but I eventually fell asleep on Blaze's back.
Yeah. I know. Slept. On. A vampire. While bleeding. My twisted ankle throbbed, my muscles ached from all the running, and don't even get me started on the cramps. But somehow, somewhere between clinging to his back and him zipping like a myth through the forest, exhaustion won. I passed out cold.
When I woke up, I was no longer in the woods.
I blinked once. Then twice.
Fuck.
This was not my room.
My eyes darted around as I sat up slowly, trying to make sense of where I was. The bed I'd been laid on was massive—no, not massive, obnoxiously huge—with sheets so soft I might've shed a tear if I wasn't too busy internally panicking. The silk duvet had blood stains smeared near the foot of the bed.
My blood.
Shit.
I glanced down—yup, still in Blaze's shirt. It was way too big on me, hung off one shoulder and down to my thighs like an accidental nightgown. And… yeah, also stained.
