CLARE POV
I must've been dead asleep—like five-minute power-nap at a rave kind of dead—
Until a sudden crunch forced me awake. My eyes shot open into darkness. I felt… stuck. Like a human accordion compressed between a Viking and a vampire straight out of a bloody romance novel.
First, there was heat to my right—warmth wrapped around my side like a hot water bottle. Then there was cold to my left… an icy presence perched like a statue on the edge of my bed.
Sleep fogged my brain. What… where..? For a split second, I thought I was dreaming the worst crossover ever: Twilight meets Delivery Man, with fang-y males fighting over grudgingly rescued humans. Dream or nightmare—it felt something like that.
I groaned internally. Of course. I didn't need an alarm clock. I had two supernatural assholes guarding me like chaperones from hell.
No, it was the absurd temperature war happening across my entire body.
My front? Felt like I was lying on top of a goddamn oven.
