SAMANTHA
Darlington's eyes drifted away from me. He grabbed the blanket lying next to him on the sofa and he tossed it over in my direction. "Cover yourself with this," he said, his voice thick with something I could not name. "I could also reduce the temperature of the AC is you're not okay with it."
My mind was still a fog. The mix of lingering desire and fear held me captive in a haze that made it difficult to think clearly. His words broke through the haze and I quickly pulled the blanket around my shoulders, hiding my bare skin from his view.
"Did I frighten you?" Darlington's voice was thick with guilt and his eyes were filled with regret. "My wolf. He sometimes can be very feral and when he's at his peak, it's very hard to control him. The curse... when it gets closer to someone it is familiar with, it has a tendency to take over. Please forgive me."
