Brody didn’t even stir. He must be really exhausted. If his heartbeat wasn’t creating an enticing background noise to the drama, I’d think he was dead. Still, I reached out and stroked his hair from his forehead, reassured by the almost searing heat that emanated from his skin. “I should get him a steak or an iron supplement or something. I took too much.” The guilt in my statement hung heavily in the room. “I don’t think he’ll be complaining, Darlin’. Hell, I haven’t puked this much since I was a human, and if I had the chance, I’d redo last night all over again.”
