"I hope you're not under the mistaken assumption that I care how you feel," Warren told Lily, his eyes cold. "If Gavin weren't here, you'd most likely already be dead."
The reality of her situation suddenly hit Lily. She was casually standing in the moonlight in Central Park with a werewolf and a vampire, as if the three of them were on an afternoon stroll. Greer had tried to warn her, yet she'd completely ignored the danger. So now here she was, indulging herself in a dangerous fantasy with a man who thought she was dead.
Gavin had shared his secret sanctuary with her like a high school boy on his first date because he thought she was his equal. So what would he do if he knew the truth? She wondered again if she was dreaming since it might explain her careless behavior. She took a deep
