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Victor calmed slightly. “You had better.” He turned and walked away, looking over his shoulder to glare at me every couple of seconds.
“He’s a…” I touched my stinging neck and winced. “I’mbleeding.”
Dorian took a quick look at me. “You’ll be fine.”
“That’s not the point! He’s an absolute psycho. You’re all mad, do you know that?”
He shrugged. How was he so calm? Adrenaline was still pumping through my veins. “I’ll walk you home. I don’t want him to see you again today in case you provoke him.”
“Provoke him?” Irate, I pointed at my neck. “I didn’t do anything to him!”
“You exist,” he said in a weary tone. “That’s enough for him.”
My eyes filled with tears. “What the hell is wrong with you people? You’re all arseholes. Every single one of you.”
“I’m sorry.” His expression softened. “I told you what I am. It’s not my fault if you don’t believe me.”
“I don’t mean your crowd. I mean literally every single person in this town. I’ve done nothing wrong, and everybody hates me!”
“Butwedon’t know that.” He closed the space between us. “You’re different, Margo. There’s a chill around you, and unexplainable things happen in your presence.”
“What do you mean,a chill?” I scoffed. “There’s no chill, and things don’t happen when I’m around. I’ve had friends my entire life.”
“Then why did you move here?”
I froze. Yes, something strange had happened, but everyone had overreacted. My heart refused to stop racing.
“Listen,” he said. “There’s something about you that puts people off, makes them wary of getting close to you. It’s a physical thing, but most people don’t notice, at least not on the surface, because they’re not werewolves, or they’re used to you, or you’ve let them get close enough to you to get past this…shieldaround you. And since you started taking those tablets, it’s grown subdued. Did you take that medication in your old home?”
I nodded slowly. “Almost every day since I was a kid.”
“Almost?”
“At the end… they took me off, said I’d grown too dependent on it. And that’s when it happened.”
“What happened?” he whispered.
I shrank back, unwilling to lay myself completely bare.
“Please, Margo,” he said. “Just talk to me. I’m tired of secrets. Maybe we can figure this out if we both know everything.”
I swallowed. I wanted to tell him, but I was afraid of his reaction, of saying the words out loud to somebody other than my parents. It was my embarrassing little secret, one that had driven me out of my home, but it seemed my secrets had followed me.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
I knew that. I did. And the words came tumbling forth while I stood outside my body watching this other me open up the past and dig right in. “I woke up at the side of a road, covered in blood, with my neighbour’s dog laying dead next to me. The vet swore he was knocked down, but all people remembered was the fact I was there.”
Dorian jolted.
“What is it?” I asked.
“My pack thinks—”
I could have slapped him. “Would you stop with the werewolf crap!”
“It’s true,” he said. “Anyway, some of them think that you might be a killer. They’re talking about a harbinger, but we’re not really sure what that is. What if you’re not the killer—”
“I’m not!”
