“I owe you a huge apology.” Okay, that was unexpected. “How would that be?” I asked, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. I’d come here to spill my guts, but it was Alcide who was spilling his instead. “That last night, at Club Dead,” he began, “when you needed my help and protection the most, I . . .” I knew what was coming now. Alcide had changed into a wolf rather than staying human and helping me out of the bar after I’d gotten staked. I put my free hand across his mouth. His skin was so warm. If you’re used to touching vampires, you’ll know just how roasty a regular human can feel, and a
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