“My life used to be normal,” I told his shoulder. “I got up. Went to work. Fixed a few cars, paid a few bills, and no one tried to kill me. My father was dead; my mother was six hours away by car—I could even manage to make that trip last eight or nine hours if I worked at it.” “Argued with your back-fence neighbor,” Adam said, his voice very gentle. “And watched him when he wasn’t looking,” I agreed. “Because every once in a while, especially after a full moon hunt, he’d forget that I could see in the dark, and he’d run around naked in the backyard.” He laughed silently. “I never forgot you
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