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finally gave in and called him. She kept herself from leaving more than one voicemail. “Please,” she’d said. “I just want to talk to you.”
    She wanted to tell Nicholas she didn’t care if he was a vampire. She’d already dated a werewolf; it wasn’t like things could get much stranger. She wanted to tell Nicholas that Van hadn’t had permission to be in her apartment. She wanted to tell Nicholas that Van, in fact, had no permission to be anywhere in her life right now.
    But she couldn’t tell him anything at all if he wouldn’t talk to her. He hadn’t even come back to the café.
    Meanwhile, Van had been everywhere. He hadn’t broken into Page’s apartment again as far as she could tell, but she kept running into him in the grocery store or while running errands far more than was comfortable. He’d even showed up to the café a few times while Page was on shift until Janine managed to drop a pot of coffee on him.
    Page almost wished he’d just disappear again. To think she’d been happy to see him when he first reappeared!
    Her shift ended, and she gathered up her things in order to walk home. Unsurprisingly, Van joined her about a block away from the café.
    “ Please talk to me,” he said, keeping pace with her. Page resisted the urge to walk faster. Running had never helped.
    “ Leave me alone,” she said evenly.
    “ You can’t really mean that,” Van said. “I was good for you, all these years. You have to know that.”
    Page tried not to look at him.
    “ When you father died?” Van reminded her. “You were an absolute wreck, and your mom was worse. Who took care of you then, huh?”
    Page gritted her teeth a little. The months after her father’s death had been brutal – and she’d spent most of her days at Van’s family’s house instead of her own, desperate to get away from all the damned little things that kept reminding her of Dad. Mom hadn’t made things any easier. When she wasn’t crying or holed up in her room, she was always wanting to talk about him and look at old photos and talking about how much better things had been when he was alive.
    He died, Mom, she had wanted to say so often. A heart attack. He wasn’t even old, but that didn’t stop his heart from giving out. Talking about him couldn’t bring him back, and Page found that life was a lot easier if she didn’t think about him too often. 
    “ And when I left, what’d you do?” Van went on. “Nothing. You’re still living in the same crappy little apartment, working the same menial little job. You could be better than this, Page, if you’d just let me help you!”
    The werewolf followed her into her building, berating her until she reached her apartment on the fourth floor, taking the three flights of steps with ease. Page pulled out her keys and wheeled around, clutching her keychain like a weapon.
    “ Go home,” she said. “ Now. ”
    Van’s eyes narrowed, and though he didn’t say anything, Page swore she could hear a faint growl emitting from his throat. Then he brightened up a little. “Just a cup of coffee. Let me talk. Then I’ll go if you want me to.”
    “ Promise?”
    Van nodded, and Page caved in. She unlocked the door and the two of them entered her apartment.
    Page went straight to the coffee maker and began filling the filter with fresh grounds. When the pot’s empty, I’ll have an excuse to end the conversation, she thought. She thought Van would go to the couch as usual, but instead he hovered just behind her, cornering her in the kitchen. Page tried to force herself not to feel uneasy. She and Van had been friends since they were kids. Sure, they’d dated and then broken up, but he wasn’t dangerous even if he could turn into a wolf when he wanted to.
    “ Making coffee,” he said, with a derisive snort. “You spend all your time making things for other people. When was the last time you did anything for yourself?”
    I went on a date a bit ago , Page thought, but the