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.He handed Stefan to Ben and walked to me.He touched my jaw, just below my ear, and, as if our fascinated audience wasn’t watching, he kissed me, touching me with nothing more than his fingertips and his mouth.At first the heat flushed through me.followed by a horrible choking fear.I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.When I came back to myself, I was sitting on the couch with my head between my knees, Adam crooning to me.But he wasn’t touching me, and neither was anyone else.I sat up and came face-to-face with Adam.His face was still, but I could see the wolf in his eyes and smell the wild on his skin.“Panic attack,” I said needlessly.“I haven’t been having them as often.” I lied and saw from the expression on his face that he knew it.This one made four today.Yesterday, I’d done better.“Talking to your mother counts,” he said.“We’ll take things slowly.see how it goes.You talk to your mother or anyone else you’d like.But it’ll all keep until kissing me doesn’t cause a panic attack, all right?”He didn’t wait for an answer, just strode out of the house followed by his entourage.Darryl waited until both Ben and Peter were out the door before closing it gently behind them all.“Mercy,” said my mother thoughtfully, “you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.”“Mmm,” I said.I appreciated her effort, but now that the time was at hand, I just wanted to get it over with.“And you didn’t get to see him rip Tim’s corpse to pieces.”I heard Mom suck in a hard breath.“I wish I had.Tell me about Tim.”So I did.And she didn’t say a word until I was finished.I hadn’t meant to tell her everything.But she didn’t say anything, didn’t move, didn’t look at me.So I talked.Just barely, I managed to keep Ben’s name out of it—his secrets were his to reveal—but everything else roared in jagged bits or choked roughly out of someplace dark and vile.It took a while to get it all out.“Tim reminded you of Samuel,” she said when I was through.I jerked my head off her lap.“No, I’m not crazy.” She handed me a wad of tissues from the box that sat on an arm of the couch.“That’s why you didn’t see it coming.That’s why you didn’t see what he was.Samuel was always a bit of an outcast, and it left you with a soft spot for outcasts.”Samuel? Cheery, sweet-tempered (for a werewolf) Samuel an outcast?“He was not.” I grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped snot and salt water from my face.My nose runs when I cry.She nodded.“Sure he was.He likes humans, Mercy—and most werewolves don’t.” She shivered at some memory or other.“He listened to heavy metal and watched Star Trek reruns.”“He was the Marrok’s second before he came here to lone wolf it for a while.He wasn’t an outcast.”She just looked at me.“Lone wolf doesn’t mean outcast.” I set my jaw.The door popped open, and Samuel, who’d been sitting out on the porch for a while, came in.“Yes, it does.Hey, Margi—why’d you bring that dog with you? He’s creepy-looking.”Hotep was black with reddish brown eyes.He looked like Anubis.Samuel was right, he was creepy-looking.“I couldn’t find a sitter for him,” she said, standing up to get hugged.“How have you been?”He started to say fine.then looked at me.“We’ve been taking our knocks, Mercy and I.But, so far, we’ve gotten back into the ring.”“That’s all you can do,” said Mom.“I need to go.Hotep will be fit to burst by now, and I need to get some sleep.” She looked at me.“I can stay for a few days—and Curt wanted me to tell you that you’re welcome to come home for a while.” Curt was my stepfather, the dentist.“Thank you, Mom,” I told her, and meant it.Horrible as it had been, I thought spilling it all might have helped.But I had to get her out of town before Marsilia made her next move.“That was exactly what I needed.” I took a deep breath.“Mom, I need you to go back to Portland.I worked today.It was better, doing what I always do.I think if I just stick to my normal routine, I’ll put it behind me.”My mother narrowed her eyes at me and started to say something, but Samuel had reached into his pocket and handed her a card.“Here,” he said.“Call me.I’ll tell you how she’s doing.”Mom raised her chin.“How is she doing?”“Fair to middling,” he told her.“Some of it’s an act, but not all of it.She’s tough—good genes.She’ll make it fine, but I think she’s right.She’ll make it better after folks quit running around with sympathy and pity and staring at her.And the best way to do that is to get back to work, back to normal until other people forget about it.”Bless Samuel.“All right,” Mom said.She gave Samuel a stern look.“Now, I don’t know what’s going on between you and my daughter and Adam Hauptman—”“Neither do we,” I muttered.Samuel grinned.“We have it pretty well worked out as far as the sex goes—Adam gets it—someday—and I don’t.But the rest is still up for negotiation.”“Samuel Cornick,” I sputtered in disbelief.“That is my mother.”Mom grinned back at him and pulled him down so she could kiss his cheek.“That’s how I was reading it as well.But I just wanted to check.” She sobered, and, after a glance at me, said to Samuel, “You take care of her for me.”He nodded solemnly.“I will.And Adam has his whole pack on it.Let me walk you to your car.”He came back in the house, and I heard my mother’s car drive off.He looked as tired as I felt.“Adam has a couple of wolves on stakeout at the Red Lion, just waiting for your mother to get there.She’ll be all right.”“How was the emergency?” I asked.He lit up.“Some poor fool took his pregnant wife across the country to visit her mother two weeks from her delivery date.I got there just in time to play catcher.”Samuel loved babies.“Girl or boy?”“Boy.Jacob Daniel Arlington, six pounds four ounces.”“Did you go to Adam’s and see Stefan?” I asked.He nodded.“I stopped by his house before I came home.Much good as I did.Mostly I help people before they die.I’m not so helpful afterward.”“So what do you think?”He shrugged.“He’s doing whatever it is that vampires do during the day.Not sleeping, but something close to it.I expect he’ll rest tonight and through tomorrow day.Which is what anyone of common sense would tell you—and so Adam said.He declared me tired and useless, then sent me back over here to keep an eye on you in case Marsilia decides to try something else.”“‘Tired and useless,’ ” I said in mock sympathy.“And even that didn’t get you out of a job.”He grinned.“Adam seems to think you’ve declared yourself his.But, given his record of doing that without consulting you, I thought I’d ask you myself.”I raised my hands in helpless surrender.“What can I say.My mother thinks he’s hot.I have no choice but to take him.Besides, it’s a terrible thing to see a man crawling.begging.”He laughed.“I bet.Go to bed, Mercy.Morning comes early.” He started down the hallway to his bedroom, then turned, walking backward.“I’m going to tell Adam that you said he begged you.”I raised an eyebrow.“Then I’ll tell him that you accused him of lying.”He laughed.“Good night, Mercy.”I’d taken Adam for mine, chosen with my eyes and heart open.But Samuel’s laugh still made me smile.I loved Samuel, too.He worried me.Sometimes he seemed just like the old Samuel, funny and lighthearted.But I was pretty sure that a lot of the time he was just going through the motions, like an actor given a cue—“Enter downstage left and smile happily [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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