Being a good servant, Titus's driver, Harold, had remained nearby with the car, which meant a comfortable ride home. Titus welcomed the easy commute because his mind was full of Adara.
The enigma.
The woman.
The temptation.
Damn the werewolf for being the one to save her from the zombies. Piqued that she'd turned to the wolf earlier, Titus had not followed her home. If he had, then he could have at least shared in her heroic rescue. Instead, the saving he'd done within her own memories would probably be forgotten when she awoke.
Even thinking of the nightmare she'd drawn him into gave him chills. Ironic considering what he was. Even more disturbing, Titus had a feeling that what he'd seen and felt only began to scratch the surface of what she'd experienced. Adara had hinted at more ho
