Chapter 118

Antonia's cheeks burned bright. Talk about a fucked-up day. Life. Or was it a dream/nightmare? Given recent events, she really had to wonder about her grip on reality.

She'd gone from being a vampire's torture toy, to thinking she would die of starvation as a prisoner, to becoming some savage wolf, to hugging a naked stranger and blowing her nose in the bushes. What happened to going to work as a dental assistant, enjoying a beer after work, and watching Sleepy Hollow?

How long ago that normal life seemed. How she missed her comfortable apartment with its second-hand furniture and her fuzzy slippers. She especially wished for her flannel pajamas given how chilly it had gotten, now that night had fallen and she only woreÉnothing.

"Fuck!" she couldn't help but exclaim when her nude state finally sank in. And lucky her, she wasn't just naked. She had an audience, a man just as naked as her, whom she'd hugged. Naked.