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“Oh god,” I whispered, pulling my legs to myself. I shuddered at the memories of what had happened when I'd shifted. “I almost-” I cut myself off, unable to voice it. William reached across, placing his unhurt hand on my head.

“It's fine,” he laughed, proceeding to ruffle my hair. I blinked at the gesture, a little thrown.

“I just tried to kill you,” I said, cutting off his laugh.

“You wouldn't be the first,” he shot back, grinning. “Besides, you obviously weren't in your right mind,” he shrugged.

“I was going mad, wasn't I?” I asked, looking at the floor. I felt more shudders go through me. I never thought I could get that angry before. It terrified me.

“You didn't though,” William said, shrugging. He winced afterwards, glancing down at his hurt arm. I felt guilt pass through me, something William must've seen. “I've had worse.”

“Doesn't make it right,” I said, feeling the earlier turmoil returning. My eyes were starting to hurt from the tears now. I wiped a sleeves across my face and failed to fight a sneeze. William laughed and stood up, yanking me up without asking. I think I might've let out a shocked sound, an embarrassingly high-pitched one. William didn't comment on it thankfully.

“I better take you home, explain what happened,” he said, beginning to walk along the street. I froze, staying where I was. He hadn't realised. I clutched a hand over my chest, gripping the ripped material of my shirt. I fought back another wave of tears as I spoke, stopping William mid-step with the words.

“Dad kicked me out.” William looked at me, a series of emotions passing over his face. I could tell he wanted to ask why. But we both knew that already.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” he asked.

“Diane's I guess. But she might be going away with her family,” I shrugged. I glanced back to the back door entrance. My bag was still there. Though the rain had soaked it through. I had a pretty good feeling all my clothes were drenched inside. I picked it up anyway and William's eyes widened further. I guess it was one thing to learn I was kicked out. Maybe seeing the bag made him realise how real it was.

“We'll find out about Diane tomorrow,” William said. “For now you can crash on my sofa.”

“Wait, I can't-”

“Yes you can,” he cut me off. I wanted to argue further. “You either come willing or I can drag you,” he added, shrugging. He wouldn't, no way. He watched me with unblinking eyes. Okay, he would. I sighed and followed him to his car. The moment we were inside he blasted the heating and I shuddered gratefully. I was dripping wet, so was he. I couldn't help noticing how he steered with one hand. His other lying unused at his side.

“Does it hurt much?” I asked.

“I've had worse,” he repeated.

“That's not an answer,” I muttered.

“I'm a vampire, we heal fast,” he shrugged.

“Not from werewolf bites,” I threw back, growing a little irritated by his avoidance.

“There isn't anything that can be done about it. So how about you stop worrying?” he asked. “Not that I don't appreciate it. It's been a long time since anyone's worried about me,” he added with a short laugh.

“I find that hard to believe,” I said without thinking. He raised an eyebrow and I gulped, feeling awkward. “I just meant, you're so nice. Tons of people must like you,” I verified, aware my cheeks were flushing. Or at least they would be if I wasn't still so cold. His expression remained sober at the words. I wondered for the hundredth time what he was thinking.

“I've been alive a long time,” he finally murmured. I frowned.

“I've been alive for eighteen years, what's your point?” I shot back. He blinked at the response, his eyes looking confused by me for a few seconds. Then he shook his head, fighting a smile.

“Don't worry about it,” he said. “I'd much rather think about you right now.” I knew he meant that in an amiable way, but I still felt a little flustered by the words. I reminded myself once again we were meant to be friends.

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