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“You wanted to talk about what happened at the cemetery,” he said finally.
I didn’t answer.
“We should talk,” he said.
I shook my head.
We picked our way along the path. I tried to hang back, letting him take the lead with his better night vision, but he stayed at my side.
“About the other day, when I yelled at you for summoning without your necklace…” he said.
“It’s fine. ”
“Yeah, but…I just wanted to say that testing without it is a good idea. We should try-”
I turned to him. “Don’t do this, Derek. ”
“Do what?”
“I’m coming along for your Change, so you feel obligated to help me in return. ”
He scratched hard at his arm. “I don’t-”
“Yes, you do. Now, let’s find a place before you start Changing in the mid
dle of the path. ”
He kept scratching, blood welling up in lines down his arm. “I just want to-”
I caught his hand. “You’re making yourself bleed. ”
He stared down, struggling to focus. “Oh. ”
“Come on. ” I turned off the path, heading for the clearing I’d spotted earlier.
“I heard what Andrew said this morning,” he said. “About me. ”
“I figured you did,” I said, softer than I meant to, then cleared my throat, trying to find the anger again.
“He’s got a point. I’m not-”
“You’re fine. Andrew’s an idiot,” I snapped. Great. I’d found the anger and sent it in the wrong direction. “He’s wrong, okay? You know that. Let’s just drop it. ”
“When I blew up at you about the cemetery, I…I didn’t mean to. I’m frustrated and I-”
“Please,” I said, wheeling on him. “Just stop, okay?”
He did, for about five paces. “I was frustrated with the situation. Being stuck here. The Change coming on makes it worse. I know that’s not an excuse. ”
I glanced up at him. He watched me, expectant. He wanted me to say maybe it did explain things. Cut him some slack. The problem was that I wanted to. And if I did, then the next time he felt like venting on me, he would.
“Chloe?”
I stopped at the edge of a small clearing. “Is this okay?”
He said nothing and I thought he was checking it out, but when I turned, he’d gone still, his chin up, staring into the forest. “Did you hear that?”
“What?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, I guess. ”
He stepped into the clearing and looked around, murmuring, “Good, good. ” Then he stripped off his sweatshirt and set it on the ground. “You can sit here. ” He glanced over at me. “Remember the other night at Andrew’s? When you came out to keep me company, and we tried doing some training with you? We should do that again. ”
I sighed. “You aren’t going to quit, are you? You think if you can just say the right thing, it’ll all be okay. ”
His lips twitched in something like a smile. “I can hope, can’t I?”
“Sure. And if it works, what does that make me? You get to treat me any way you want and as soon as you decide to play nice, all is forgiven. ”
“I am sorry, Chloe. ”
“For now. ” I turned away. “Forget it, okay? Let’s just-”
He caught my elbow. His skin burned even through my jacket. “I mean it. I’m really sorry. When I get mad like that, it’s not-it’s not-” He released my arm and rubbed the back of his neck. Rivulets of sweat ran down his face. The skin on his bare arms rippled.
“You need to get ready. ”
“No. I need to say something. Just give me a sec. ”
He took a second. Then another. Then another, just standing there, rubbing his arm furiously, gaze fixed on that.
“Derek, you need-”
“I’m fine. Just give me-” He took a deep breath.
“Derek…”
“Just one sec. ”
He started scratching again. When I moved forward to grab his hand, he stopped.
“Right, right,” he murmured. He flexed his hand, then made a fist, as if to keep himself from scratching. “I tell you not to be scared of me. I snap at you when you back away. But sometimes…”
He reached around to scratch his shoulders, wincing as his nails dug in.
“Derek, you have to-”
“Sometimes that’s exactly what I want,” he said. “That’s what I’m trying to do-scare you off. ”
“So you don’t accidentally hurt me. ” I sighed. “You aren’t going to-”
“No, it’s not that. It’s-”
His hand went to his forearm, then he stopped short as dark stubble sprouted.
“You’re Changing, Derek. We’ll talk later. ”
“Right. Yeah. Later. Good. ” The words rushed out in a whoosh of relief.
He looked around, blinking as sweat streamed into his eyes.
“You need to get down,” I said gently.
When he still didn’t budge, I caught his hand and tugged. He lowered himself with some difficulty, then got up on all fours, in position to begin the Change.
“Unless Margaret brought you a lot of new shirts, you might want to take that one off,” I said.
“Right. ”
He pulled at the hem, tugging it up, but his arm wouldn’t twist the right way to get the shirt up over his head, like his joints were already repositioning, fusing. So I helped. I drew the line at removing his pants, though. Luckily, he’d pulled on sweats to sleep in, and he was able to fumble them down to his knees, and I was okay with taking it from there. His shorts were staying on. If they ripped during the Change, I just hoped the transformation was far enough along that…well, whatever.
He barely had his clothes off before the full body spasms hit, his back shooting up, his spine bending at a seemingly impossible angle, wrenching a gurgling whimper from him as his face contorted in agony, the cry cut short as he spewed dinner into the bushes.
It went on like that for a while. The spasms, the convulsions, his skin and muscles rippling like something out of a horror movie. The gasps and moans and stifled cries of pain between retching and dry heaves. The stink of vomit and sweat.
You’d really think this would cure any romantic notions I had about the guy. But I’d seen it three times now, and I watched every time, knowing if I looked away, moved away, let him think I was horrified and disgusted, I’d only make it worse.
