Stuck between a vampire and a werewolf. It sounded ludicrous to even think it, yet that was Adara. Sitting in the middle of the front seat of the truck, smooshed between Logan and Titus, who each took up an awful lot of room.
Initially, when she'd clambered into the truck, and their bodies brushed hers, she'd expected her earlier panic attack to grip her again. To her relief, all she felt was warmth and comfort - and yes, even a slight tingle of excitement - which only served to confuse her already addled emotions. Odder still, she couldn't have said which man inspired it more.
In the course of the last week, her whole world had turned upside down and then spun with dizzying speed. There were times she expected to wake up to the sterile whites of the hospital ward, the indifferent face
