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I took in a deep breath through my nose and let it out。 〃Okay； have it your way。〃
I expected him to apologize for snapping at me； but he didn't。 He just walked into the other room and closed the door。 I stood there in the living room for a minute； not sure what to do。 I'd hurt his feelings； maybe even offended his sense of male honor。 Fuck it。 If he couldn't take the truth； fuck him。 People's lives were at stake。 I couldn't give Richard forting lies when it could get people killed。
I went into the guest room； locked the door； and went to bed。 I put on an oversized T…shirt with a caricature of Arthur Conan Doyle on it。 I'd packed something a little sexier。 Yes； I admit it。 I could have saved myself the trouble。 The Firestar was lumpy under the pillow。 The machine gun went under the bed within reach。 I laid an extra clip beside it。 Never thought I'd need that much firepower； but between assassination attempts and packs of werewolves； I was beginning to feel a little insecure。
When I shoved the silver knives half under the mattress so I could get to them if I had to； I realized just how insecure I was feeling。 But I left the knives out。 Better insecure and paranoid than dead。
I got my stuffed toy penguin； Sigmund； out of the suitcase and cuddled under the covers。 I'd had some vague idea that spending the night at Richard's house might be romantic。 Shows how much I knew。 We'd had three fights in one night； a record even for me。 It probably wasn't a good sign for the longevity of the relationship。 That last thought made my chest tight； but what was I supposed to do？ Go into the other room and apologize？ Tell him he was right when he wasn't？ Tell him it was okay to get himself killed and take the rest of us down with him？ It wasn't okay。 It wasn't even close to okay。 I hugged Sigmund until he was nearly squeezed in two。 I refused to cry。 Question： Why was I more worried about losing Richard than about the assassins？ Answer： Killing didn't bother me； losing Richard did。 I fell asleep holding my penguin and wondering if Richard and I were still dating。 Who would keep him alive if I wasn't around？
Something woke me。 I blinked up into the dark and reached under my pillow for the Firestar。 When it was secure in my hand； I listened。 A knock； someone was knocking at the locked bedroom door。 Soft； hesitant。 Was it Richard e to apologize？ That would be too convenient。
I threw back the covers； spilling Sigmund to the floor。 I put him back in the suitcase； lowering the lid without closing it； and padded barefoot to the door。 I stood to one side of it； and said； 〃Who is it？〃
〃It's Stephen。〃
I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding。 I crossed to the other side of the door； gun still ready； and unlocked the door。 I opened it slowly； looking； listening； trying to make sure it was just Stephen。
He stood outside the door wearing a pair of Richard's cut…off sweat pants。 The shorts hung nearly to his ankles。 A borrowed T…shirt covered his knees。 His long yellow hair was tousled； like he'd been asleep。
〃What's wrong？〃 I lowered the gun to my side； and he watched me do it。
〃Richard went out； and I'm afraid to be alone。〃 His eyes wouldn't quite meet mine when he said the last； flinching like he was afraid of what he'd see on my face。
〃What do you mean he went out？ Where to？〃
〃The woods。 He said he'd keep watch for assassins。 Does he mean Raina？〃 He did look up then； amazing blue eyes wide； the beginnings of panic sliding across his face。
I touched his arm； not sure it was the right thing to do。 Some people don't want to be touched after a sexual molestation。 It seemed to fort Stephen。 But he glanced behind him at the empty living room； rubbing his hands along his bare arms。
〃Richard told me to stay in the house。 He said I needed to rest。〃 He wouldn't meet my eyes again。 〃I'm afraid to be alone； Anita。 I 。 。 。〃 He hung his head； long yellow hair spilling like a curtain to hide his face。 〃I can't get to sleep。 I keep hearing noises。〃
I put a finger under his chin and lifted his face gently。 〃Are you asking to sleep in here with me？〃
His eyes stared at me； wide and pain…filled。 〃Richard said I could。〃
〃Run that by me again；〃 I said。
〃I told him I couldn't stand to be alone。 He said； Anita's here； she'll protect you。 Go sleep with her。〃 He looked at me； his face awkward。 Something must have shown on my face。 〃You're mad now。 I don't blame you。 I'm sorry 。 。 。 I'll 。 。 。〃 He started to turn away； and I caught his arm。
〃It's okay； Stephen。 I'm not mad at you。 Richard and I had a 。 。 。 disagreement； that's all。〃 I didn't want him to sleep in here with me。 The bed was too small for two people； and if I was going to share it with anyone； I'd have preferred Richard； but that wasn't going to happen。 Maybe not ever at the rate we were going。
〃You can stay in here。〃 I didn't add； keep your hands to yourself。 His face was raw with a need that had nothing to do with sex。 He needed to be held； to be told the monster under the bed wasn't really there。 I couldn't help him on the last。 The monsters were real。 But the first； I might manage that。 Cold…blooded killer that I am； maybe I could share my toy penguin with him。
〃Could you get an extra pillow from Richard's room？〃 I asked。
He nodded and fetched it。 He clutched it to his chest like he'd have rather slept with it than on it。 Maybe the penguin wasn't such a bad idea。
I locked the door behind us。 I could have moved into Richard's room。 It was a bigger bed； but it also had a picture window with a deck and bird feeders。 The guest room only had one small window。 Easier to defend。 Unless I wanted to go out a window； they were both traps； so we stayed in the more secure room。 Besides； I'd have had to move all the weapons and it would have been dawn before I finished。
I pulled the covers back and said； 〃You first。〃 If something came through the door； I wanted to be the first to greet it； but I didn't say that out loud。 Stephen was jumpy enough。
He climbed into bed with his pillow； pressing it against the wall； because there really wasn't room for two full…sized pillows。 He lay on his back； staring up at me； his curling yellow hair falling around his face and bare shoulders like Sleeping Beauty。 You didn't see many men with hair longer than mine。 He was one of those men who was pretty rather than handsome； lovely as a doll。 Staring up at me with his blue eyes； he looked about twelve。 The look on his face was what did it； like he was expecting me to kick him； and he'd let me because he couldn't stop me。 I understood in that moment what Raina had meant about him being anyone's meat。 There was nothing dominant about Stephen； and it made me wonder about his background。 Abused children will sometimes have that raw look to their eyes。 And they'll take abuse； because it's normal。
〃What's wrong？〃 Stephen said。
I'd been staring。 〃Nothing； just thinking。〃 Tonight was not the night to ask if his father had beat him。 I thought about throwing on a pair of jeans； but it would have been unfortable； not to mention hot。 It was late spring； the heat hadn't set in。 It was only seventy degrees； but it wasn't cool enough to wear jeans； especially if you had so