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Chapter Eight

William's flat hadn't changed much from the first time I'd been there. I stood in the hall, shivering violently while he locked the door. I dropped my bag and checked inside. I hated being right and sighed.

“What's wrong?” he asked, leaning over to look into the bag.

“Soaked clothes,” I said, aware that all William had to do was look down and we'd be kissing distance. He didn't, instead he straightened up and pulled his keys out again.

“I'll be right back,” he said.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“To buy you new clothes,” he answered, walking through the door and shutting it before I could get out a protest. Vampire speed was such an unfair advantage. I pushed off the floor and wandered into the living room. Simple and bare still. Maybe I should buy a frame and give him one of my better pictures. At least then his flat wouldn't seem so empty. I didn't understand how he could live in a place like this. Then again he always seems to be out. Maybe he just has this place because its logical, not because he needs it. I sneezed again and grimaced.

I walked over to the bare wall where the radiator was and whacked it to full. The smart thing to do would be to shower and get out of the wet clothes and into dry ones. I could do one but not the other. And while it'd be interesting to see William's reaction, I wasn't quite prepared to skip step three. If I got pneumonia I'd deal. I went to the bathroom anywhay. At least I could get the blood off my hands and jaw. The feel of it disturbed me. When I finished and glanced at my reflection I looked pretty pitiful. I sat my still dripping butt down on the floor by the heater and tried to sort through the crazy events of the last few hours.

I should've realised what was happening the moment Francis started pushing buttons. Instead I was an idiot and almost went mad. The one thing our kind do everything to avoid. A mad wolf is exactly like the ones in legends. A monster that only thinks about blood. I wondered if dad would feel guilty if he learnt what almost happened. Maybe, until he realised I was staying with William. I'd have to keep a low profile so no one realised. I avoided wondering what he'd tell the others.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I frowned. I pulled it out of my jeans, wondering how it had managed to survive the water damage. There were already a dozen missed calls. I felt hope spark, maybe it was dad. Maybe he'd changed his mind. I glanced at the number and grimaced. I hit ignore and threw it a few metres away from me on the floor. Unsurprisingly it rang again. I hit ignore four more times before giving up.

“Hello?” I said, forming the word into a question. I moved the phone away at the shouted reply.

“What the fuck was that?! One moment I'm laughing at a party, and the next angry as hell. What did you do? Go mad?” I resisted the very strong urge to end the call and ignore him.

“Hi to you too Riley. And since you asked, pretty damn close. Thanks for caring,” I replied shortly. I heard him suck in a sharp breath and waited for his apology. I was stupid to expect one.

“What the hell got you so pissed?”

“I don't want to talk about it,” I said.

“Don't want to talk about it, or don't want to talk about it to me?”

“If you have to ask, you're dumber than I thought.”

“Quite throwing a hissy fit already,” he muttered. I just knew he'd be rolling his eyes at me. “Is it going to happen again?” For once his voice sounded serious.

“No. One close calls enough for me,” I replied, letting out a tired sigh. I was waiting for him to say something else, but the line was quiet. Then he did talk.

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