MegSon of a f*****g b***h.
The speed at which my life imploded dizzies me. I’ve gone from dead (again) to the best s*x of my life and being claimed by the man I loved to being mistrusted because I’m a vampire.
Where should I go? Maybe Fairbanks. Somehow that manages to feel both too close and too far away. I love that lug-headed, well-hung shifter, even if the thought of disemboweling him is the only thing keeping me even slightly warm now.
Well, that and Ash’s old hockey cap—which I swiped on my way out the door.
Sweet Jesus, it’s cold. The ferocity surprises me every time. It penetrates my body like I’m being plunged in an ice bath. Icy Cap sucks. Leaving would be the best thing for me.
What I didn’t expect was the pain. Ash doesn’t trust me. He had no problem f*****g me, but when f
