While they were playing switcheroo, I was too nervous about doing anything in case one of them waltzed in while I was doing the naked mambo with the other. Which meant I was drinking bagged blood and sleeping alone. And now I was feeling meaner than a rattlesnake. “Oh,” Brody said in a growly voice. “Yeah, oh.” I tapped my foot. “You need to leave before I do something that will haunt my seemingly endless nights.” I wasn’t exaggerating. The predator felt out of control tonight. She’d been denied too long. She wanted to hunt. And right now, Brody was looking more like prey than a friend.
