Dr. Harding walked into the room and smiled warmly. “Charlotte, it's good to have you back.”
“It's good to be back, Dr. Harding.”
“For God's sake, Charlotte, call me Jerome. Dr. Harding makes me sound so old,” he grumbled, limping across the carpet. He lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, his gaze flickering over my face. “You've had quite an ordeal, young lady.”
I noticed the large window was wide open and a soft breeze was blowing the curtains. “Can I shower? I think I need one.”
“You do smell of werewolf. Amongst other things. We've kept the windows open to clear the air a little,” Marianne responded cheerily. She winked. “That's what happens when you hang out with werewolves and shifters.”
“Marianne, for God's sake,” Doctor Harding chided, “subtlety is not one of your strong
