“I’m sure you will be fine,” Wolf says, holding me in a level gaze. “But someone does need to watch over you and keep an eye on you.” “It was just a bad dream,” I say with a shrug, taking a sip of the hot espresso. My mother made it extra strong today. “Is this a possessive vampire thing?” “Maybe it is,” he says, raising his strong chin. “Do you have a problem with that?” A chill slowly runs down my spine. The good kind. I manage to shake my head. “No.”
