Keeping the blanket wrapped around her, Deucalion scooped her up into his arms. He'd give the blanket back later. After saying goodnight to the women, he moved out the door that Chris was holding open.
When he got her home, he left Chris at the front door and took her upstairs. It took some finagling, but he managed to get her out of the hoodie and jeans, and into some warm pajama pants and a thin long-sleeve shirt that she liked to sleep in. Before climbing into bed, he put on a pair of boxers and then slid in behind her, wrapping her up in his arms.
He couldn't explain why he'd been so scared seeing her with claws at her throat and belly. The only thing he could come up with was that he cared for her. It was such a foreign concept to care for a woman that he couldn't recognize it. He'd
