"Jessica," I heard Dakota whisper in my ear. "We're here." I opened my eyes and Dakota was stroking the hair away from my face. I had obviously fallen asleep and was leaning on him. I looked into his eyes, knowing that I could easily get used to this—the sight of him being the first thing I see when I wake.
"Sorry, I must have dozed off," I said, quickly sitting up, jolting myself back to reality. Michelle... Cane biting her... and knowing that I may have to kill my best friend was just too much to bear as it all came rushing back into my mind. I ran my hand through my hair. It was nice to have the reprieve of sleep, if only for a moment. I glanced up and we were in front of Michelle's house. "Dakota," I said, in a low voice, "we can't let her stay here."
"A few days won't matter," he said, jumping down from the bed of the truck. "We have a month before she'll turn."
