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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.


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