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stuck his hand outside. The most amazing warmth
caressed his skin. A cool breeze wafted inside, stirring the hair
against his neck. His eyes closed, and he savored the sweet moment.
He ducked his head and leaned out the window. It didn’t hurt. It
didn’t burn.
    “I can’t believe it.” The words floated out
with his pent-up breath. “I must be dreaming.”
    Hard knuckles rapped on the bedroom door.
Jack jumped and hit his head on the window sill. Pain shot through
his skull. No, this wasn’t a dream. Definitely not. His hand went
to the back of his head, and he absently checked for blood. Since
he wasn’t alone, he bit his tongue instead of cursing.
    “Silver, are you up yet?” The deep, masculine
voice penetrated the closed door.
    She turned panicked eyes to Jack and
whispered. “It’s my dad. He can’t find you here. He’ll drive a
stake through your heart.”
    “I’m not a vampire anymore. Remember?”
    “Trust me, that won’t matter. In fact it
might make things worse.” She looked at him like he was dumber than
dirt. “You’re a boy, and you’re in my bedroom. He’s going to kill
you.”
    She had a point. Jack remembered a few
confrontations with angry fathers during his last stint as a human
teenaged boy. He turned in a tight circle, searched every corner of
the room. Where could he hide? Both the closet and under the bed
seemed a little too obvious.
    Silver hurried to the door and spoke to her
dad without opening it. “I’m not dressed. I’ll be down in a
minute.”
    She pressed her ear to the door, listening to
her father’s footsteps travel down the hallway, and she stayed that
way until he was gone. Jack could hear the footsteps from where he
stood. He wondered if his vampire hearing would stay with him even
though he wasn’t immortal anymore.
    “This isn’t possible,” he said, speaking more
to himself than to her. “Nobody stops being a vampire. There isn’t
a cure.”
    “The werewolf venom saved you.”
    He practically gagged at the thought. His jaw
tightened. There was no way in hell that a werewolf had saved him.
Something else must have happened. Clearly this girl knew a lot
more than she was telling him.
    “Wait a second.” He shook a finger at her.
“You don’t seem surprised by my lack of fangs. How could you
possibly know werewolf blood would change me, cure me?”
    “You remember the journal I told you about
yesterday? The one Lovely wrote?” She waited for him to nod before
continuing the explanation. “Well, there’s a lot of interesting
information in that book including several visions she had about
the future, about you. She predicted you and I would meet.”
    “Where is this book? I want to see it.”
    “You can’t.”
    “If it’s about me, I have the right to read
it.”
    “My father has it hidden somewhere, and
there’s no way he’ll hand it over to a former vampire.”
    “But if it’s about me.” He clenched his
hands, wanting to put a fist through the wall to relieve
frustration. Yesterday, life had been a lot simpler. He might have
been a vampire, but at least he’d known what to expect on a
day-to-day basis. “Fine. I’ll ask your father for it.”
    “No, you won’t.” Her eyes narrowed. She
snapped her fingers. “New plan. I am going downstairs to distract
my parents while you sneak out the back door.”
    “What if you can’t keep their attention?”
    “My parents see a five-year-old every time
they look at me. They were always over-protective, but they’ve
become a hundred times worse since I turned seventeen. They know
their days of telling me what to do are numbered. As soon as I say
I have a problem and ask for advice, they won’t notice if someone
drops a bomb on the house. Just count to ten before you leave. Wait
for me in my car. I’ll give you a ride home.”
    She didn’t give him a chance to argue. The
stubborn girl opened the door and looked both ways before leaving.
Part of Jack wanted to purposely ignore her