Fang 19

Gypsy

Fang was gone longer than I thought he would be. I had assumed when he told me to take my clothes off that it had been some not-so-subtle ploy to get me naked in his bed.

And then he walked off and hadn’t returned.

I couldn't sleep. Not because I wasn’t tired, I was, but because I knew that my actions earlier that night would come back to haunt me.

I had fallen easily back into the old me. Taking charge, barking orders, patching up the injured. It was scary how quickly I had reverted back to the woman I had been before I was Gypsy. And it hadn’t gone unnoticed. I had seen the way Fang had looked at me. The way he had narrowed his eyes as he watched me work.

If he had been suspicious before, he was even more so now.

And that was all my fault. I should have acted like the other women. Screamed and cried and acted like any normal person would around a gunshot. What I shouldn’t have done was fall straight into doctor mode.

Sighing, I turned onto my back, flinging an arm across my