Antonia's cheeks burned bright. Talk about a f****d-up day. Life. Or was it a dream/nightmare? Given recent events, she really had to wonder about her grip on reality.
She'd gone from being a vampire's torture toy, to thinking she would die of starvation as a prisoner, to becoming some savage wolf, to hugging a naked stranger and blowing her nose in the bushes. What happened to going to work as a dental assistant, enjoying a beer after work, and watching Sleepy Hollow?
How long ago that normal life seemed. How she missed her comfortable apartment with its second-hand furniture and her fuzzy slippers. She especially wished for her flannel pajamas given how chilly it had gotten, now that night had fallen and she only woreÉnothing.
"f**k!" she couldn't help but exclaim when her nude state
