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everything?”
    “I thought you remembered.”
    “I do. I mean, I remember you telling me you were
going to do it and I remember agreeing. I closed my eyes, and one
minute the memories were there and the next minute they were gone.
I want to know how.”
    He shrugged. “It’s a gift. Some of us are gifted with
special … skills. Altering memories is one of mine.”
    “What, like a superpower or something?”
    “Or something.”
    “So, do all Werewolves have extra… gifts, or is it
just you?”
    “Most Werewolves can manipulate memory on some level.
It helps us keep our secret.”
    “But how do you do it?” I pressed.
    “Shouldn’t you be more concerned with your role in
all of this?” he snapped.
    I blinked, trying to figure out what I’d said to make
him suddenly so irritated. “I guess I hadn’t gotten to that part
yet.”
    He spread his arms wide. “Well, here we are.”
    My eyes narrowed. I was tired of his attitude and
instead of feeling guilty for having somehow caused it, it was
making me angry. “No, here I am. Thanks for helping me last
night, but I’m fine. You don’t still have to be here.”
    “Actually I do,” he argued.
    “And why is that?”
    “To determine what kind of threat you are.”
    “Threat? To who?”
    “Werewolves, of course.”
    “But she came after me. I was defending myself.”
    “Still, only a Hunter would’ve had that kind of
strength. Which means, it could happen again. It’s only a matter of
time before you figure yourself out and when that happens, I need
to know whose side you’ll be on.”
    I was trying to follow what he was saying, but none
of it was making any sense. “There are sides?”
    “Yes.”
    He didn’t elaborate. I tried to keep the irritation
out of my voice. “Okay, well we won’t know which side I’m on until
I understand all of this, so how about you fill me in, from the
beginning.”
    He frowned and I was sure he was going to refuse, so
it surprised me when he started talking. “Liliana was in town for
the night and said she wanted to meet up. We’d been… working on
something together. I was running late so I cut through the alley,
which is the only reason I found you. By then, Liliana was already
down, and you looked like you were going into shock. I couldn’t
have you running back inside and bringing humans into it, so I
decided to help you.”
    I hadn’t missed the way he’d hesitated over why he’d
been meeting Liliana. Was it possible they’d been a couple? If so,
no wonder he seemed pissed. I didn’t ask about it, though.
Something told me it would end the conversation, and there was
still plenty more I wanted to know. “You called me a Hunter.”
    He nodded. “You must be. It’s the only possible way
you’d have the strength to kill one of us.” He gave me a strange
look before continuing. “The thing is, I don’t even get a feeling
from you, or - I do but it’s not like a normal Hunter would feel.
It’s… I don’t know. Which definitely makes no sense. Added to that,
you obviously have zero training and no weapons so you can
understand why I’m more than a little curious about you.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me any of this last night?”
    He gave me a pointed look. “You were pretty shaken
up. I don’t think it would’ve gone over well.”
    “I’m fine now,” I said, lifting my chin a little.
    He raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”
    “Okay, whatever, I lost it. Anyone would have, in my
situation. But I’m dealing with it now and I’m not going to freak
out. That won’t happen again.”
    “Yes, it will.” He cut me off before I could argue.
“Not you freaking out – at least I hope not – but the attack,
killing a Werewolf. That part will happen again. If one found you,
so can others, and even though I can’t sense ‘Hunter’ on you, I can
only assume Liliana did. Which means they will too, and they’ll
attack as soon as they feel it.”
    “Whatever, you’re just trying to scare me.”
    He