She frowns.
“I had the strangest dream...”
My heart sinks.
“Daria, I have something to tell you.It wasn't a dream.”
She blinks.
“What?”
I lace our fingers together.
“Daria...”
“What do you mean?Rand?”
I take a slow breath.
“I need you to believe something impossible.”
Eight
Daria
Of all the crazy things I expected to wake up to today…
Sitting on my couch in the middle of a Saturday afternoon with the sexy biker I'd spent all night talking to—and making out with—while he calmly informed me I'd witnessed a little boy turn into aWerewolfwasn't even remotely on the list.
Not even close.
I stare at him.
Rand stares back.
Neither of us speaks.
Finally, I clear my throat.
“So...”
“So?”he asks carefully.
“I've narrowed it down.”
His eyebrows lift.
“To?”
“One of us is having a psychotic break.”
He sighs.
“Honey—”
“No, hear me out.”I hold up a finger.“Option one: I hit my head.”
“You fainted, and I caught you before you hit the ground.”
