(ASA)
I really didn't want to go down to dinner. I wasn't feeling well after Mrs. Gentry had given me the morning-after pill in the late afternoon. But I'd slept for hours and hours, and I didn't want to look like a wuss. I was still so damn weak from the pill, but I didn't want Zev to think I was afraid to face him.
Even if I was.
Fighting off my exhaustion, I dressed in jeans and a soft brown turtle neck I'd found in the closet. Mrs. Gentry had been horrified when she'd seen the bite mark on my neck. I'd tried explaining about going into heat and that Zev had tried to help me. But with every word, she seemed even more disturbed. After her disgusted reaction, I wanted to be sure no one else saw the bite.
