“Good. Now, don’t freak out. I’m going to help you fall asleep.” He swings his legs over the side of the bed and begins crossing to my room. I point a finger at him. “Don’t you cross this threshold.” He pauses in the bathroom, just outside my door. “Why not?” “I've poured a protective layer of salt around my room to keep your kind out.” Thayden laughs as he confidently steps high over an imaginary line, and my pulse is now performing a complicated drum solo. Pausing just over the threshold, Thayden looks around dramatically, as though waiting to be turned into dust. “Guess I’m not the monster
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