Chapter SEVEN

“You are a Shifter now too.”

His last statement echoed in the otherwise cozy living room and Violet blinked slowly. Of course, this would happen.

Naturally, the hottest guy in the universe who happened to rescue her on Christmas Eve, like her own personal Hallmark movie, was too good to be true. In other words, the man was batshit crazy.

Dang it.

Still, all her volunteering at the senior home had allowed for her to see the violent episodes that could accompany dementia, even early onset as he was clearly exhibiting. Its evil alter ego Alzheimer’s Disease was just as bad, but Violet knew better than to rouse his emotions.

She nodded and got to her feet while he watched her from his perch on the floor. Odd how catlike his movements seemed to her now that he mentioned being a Tiger Shifter.

His entire body was so lithe and graceful, and the way he was sprawled on the floor very much reminded her of cats she’d seen sprawled in the sun.