Dawn had fully broken before Drew started to stir. I lifted my head and watched him wake, the flutter of his eyelids and the tensing of his muscles as he came out of it.
When his eyes opened, they glowed. Well, shit.
Drew blinked up at me.
I waited, rigid with suspense.
"Ash," he said, still low and growly, but a lot saner than before. He moved so quickly I couldn't react, wrapping his arms around me and flipping me under him, looming over me. "Where the fuck are we? And why are we—" His eyes went wide. "Fuck, I mated you, I mated you when—"
"No, you didn't, you didn't do anything to me, calm down!" Drew subsided, breathing hard, and I reached up and put my hands against his chest, half petting and half holding him off—not that I'd be able to, of course. "I found a shaman," I said, choosing to omit Landon for the moment.
