CARMEN
A few days had passed since I’d seen Danvers, and honestly, everything around me had changed.
And it wasn’t subtle either.
For starters, I slept in Tim’s bed every single night now—not that either of us was complaining.
We were careful—because LuLu’s warning still hung over us like a storm cloud. Neither of us wanted to risk this parasite if transferred, especially not to Tim.
But careful, apparently, did not mean innocent, because somehow my giant grizzly biker had discovered approximately a dozen different ways to make me completely forget my own name without technically crossing the line LuLu gave us.
And seriously—wow.
How was any human being supposed to function after some of the things that man did to me?
The word ‘explosive’ felt like the only appropriate word.
That
