I glance up at him. “You once asked me why I kept time, why I didn’t just shift and devour at my discretion.” “I remember.” He swallows. “You told me there was a cost.” “Yes. It’s not just the recovery period, the vulnerability in being unconscious. Too many shifts and…” I sink back against the headboard and close my eyes. “Too many shifts and a day will come when I can no longer shift back.”
