I waved my hand through the air. “Enough. I don’t think my puny ex-human brain can take any more tonight.”
Meredith laughed. “Listen. How about you get ready for bed, and then we’ll watch a movie in my room? Something fun and silly.”
I grabbed some pajamas, but kept looking toward my window. I didn’t dare go near it. That feeling when I looked at the vampire, like that thing had control over me, chilled me. It invaded my brain. I never wanted to feel that again.
I pulled on some shorts and a tank, and snatched a pillow off my bed.
“Sixteen Candles or Mean Girls?” Meredith said as I walked into her room.
“Mean Girls.”
“Done.”
I snuggled down on her fluffy rug and hugged my pillow.
I swore I could hear Dastien howling in the distance.
Mr. Dawson had been right. Too much of this was a coincidence. I come here and then the vampires. As much as I didn’t want it to be about me, what if it was? Or what if I was the excuse?
What if Mr. Hoel was the rogue? And Imogene was helping him?
I hoped I was wrong. That this blew over, but if it didn’t—then I’d made some pretty powerful enemies already. I was going to have to start watching my back.
***
The sound of scratching pulled me from my dreams. Little nails clawing. Followed by a very soft whining noise. How had I gotten back in my room? Were the vampires back? I looked at the window, but the curtains were still tightly closed. It was coming from my door.
No way they could get inside. Or so I hoped.
Maybe if I ignored it, it would go away.
More scratching and whining. That sounded dog-like. Or wolf-like.
I put a pillow on top of my head.
More scratching and whining.
I grabbed a tissue, ripped it in half, and shoved it in my ears. I sandwiched my head back in between the pillows.
More scratching and whining.
I threw off the covers and stomped over to the door.
On the other side was Dastien in wolf-form. He came up to my waist, and looked like he weighed a ton. Amber eyes stared at me.
I dropped to my knees and ran my fingers through his thick fur, searching for any signs of damage. “Are you okay? I was so worried—”
Shit. I probably shouldn’t have said that.
I stepped away from him.
He lay down on the ground and covered his face with his front paws and let out a pitiful whine.
I gave it my best guess. “You’re sorry?”
He sat up, and gave a soft woof.
Good thing Meredith slept like the dead.