When my eyes fluttered open, I found myself staring up at Harriet who her her arm resting on the side bar of the cot, wearing this serious expression. Sitting upright abruptly, I realized I was on the top bunk, and running my tongue across my teeth, it felt like I hadn't brushed my teeth.
"Good morning," was Harriets curt response. She narrowed her eyes at me pointedly.
This couldn't be right.
Sliding my hand over the side of my neck, I thought about the feeling of his cold body pressed to mine, his wet hair tickling my shoulder. It always became hazy after the bite, always harder to recall, but I was certain Xavier was there. I'd been with Xavier. "How did I get here?"
"He brought you here," she said. There was venom in her tone. Blinking over at her, I wasn't sure what to make
