THIRTY-EIGHT
LIV
I didn’t see Warin for nearly a week after we returned to Chicago. He called me the night after I flew back to let me know that he had a lead on the potential backer of the skinwalkers, and would be too busy to visit for a few nights.
As much as I wanted to see him, I knew it was probably best to take some time apart to cool off after our emotional trip to Denver. There’d been such a massive shift in our relationship, and I needed time to sort through my feelings. I even went so far as to google “vampire + human relationships”—but all that brought up was some really creepy p**n.
The relentless s*x dreams thanks to our most recent blood exchange didn’t help matters, at all, but I was still hesitant to cross that final line. And not just because of that p**n clip, either
