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Changed. He had been changed. Vicky weights an extra couple of beats than is comfortable, looking into his eyes as if trying to style her hair in the reflection on his irises. He staggers backwards, his hand rising to the inked symbols on his chest. Clatters over the armchair and tumbles to the floor, the last of the red wine tumbling onto the carpet: the smear of red expanding like a bloodstain. It took a moment to realise that she was shaking her head, little movements, jerks that made her neck ache. What was she saying no to? Letting them help him? Or letting him die? She had tried. Fuck it! Shed triedso hard. Knowing what kept it at bay. Driven to the point of either rejection or embrace. The devil always lingered. Did she fulfil the cinematic hero role and overcome her? Or simply accept her constant presence? Max smiled, clearly pleased with the outcome of our meeting. He wouldnt be quite so happy if he knew Id accepted the lodging more for his protection than my own. My hand closed around the doorknob. Im driving over there now. If its good, Ill hand deliver the damn thing. Is that straight? No. Hed never wanted daughters. He worked. If you wanted something, speak to your mother. The avoidant style of parenting. You can. You must. I cant live without you. He died with a sigh of relief. So says Phillip Tunstall, the pioneering head teacher whose holistic approach to education was the driving force behind the controversial Silver Birch Academy, which has closed its doors after almost 20 years providingnew age education. Shan stayed where he stood. To move would be suicide. The guards were just waiting for an excuse to bring him down. Theyd probably mount his head on the walls of River Holt. He remembered Gilliad all too well, and he appeared to have shaken his tentative sanity looser in the intervening years. Death had not worried him seconds ago, but now, with Jeren touching him, he froze. He didnt want to die. But he wasnt sure he wanted to live either. Jeren shared Gilliad’s cursed blood. That explained the magic, he supposed. And he couldn’t leave her now, to Gilliad’s mercy. Even though she too was what they called True Blood. The tattoo on her shoulder burned. Warren followed him in and sat in the same chair hed vacated that morning. He was still calm and self-assured, something Dade wasnt used to in his clients, especially clients in the position Warren was now in. You lied to me, Warren. Dakota Renae Dale, dont you dare! Mrs. Dicksons voice filled my head. She was the only person who ever used my middle name. I dont think I like the sound of that. Another pub, one that shed seen a few times walking past this alley, poked out of the haphazard buildings about halfway along. No one would think to look for her here. She wasnt even sure if Lily even knew of it. A good, secret place. But he didnt want to put him down. He wanted to wring the life out of this petty, over-ambitious fool. He wanted— 33.