Considering I’ve never even ridden a horse before, and I’m still feeling residually queasy and lightheaded from my vampire bite, I do a pretty remarkable job of holding onto Dean’s wolf. In fact, I make it all the way to his compound without falling off.
As soon as I see the familiar-looking sea of trailers and cottages, though, I let go of his fur and tumble to the ground.
“Quinn!” he shouts, apparently having shifted the moment I let go. He doubles back, kneels beside me, and cradles me in his arms. “Are you okay?”
Am I okay? I thought Finn said human necks were supposed to heal instantly from vampire bites. I feel like my neck is on fire, and the entire world is looking pretty damn hazy.
“Her neck,” says a girl from behind him—Marie, I realize with an internal snarl. God, she’s pre
