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Chapter 1
I STARED AT MY REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR I WASN'T pretty, but my hair was thick and brushed my shoulders My skin was darker on my arms and face than it was on the rest of my body, but at least, thanks to my Blackfoot father, I'd never be pasty pale
There were two stitches Samuel had put in the cut on e considering I'd been fighting so that liked to eat children and had knocked out a olf) The dark thread looked fros of a shiny black spider Aside fro with ood shape
My soul was a lot more battered than my body, but I couldn't see it in the mirror Hopefully no one else could either It was that invisible dae that left me afraid to leave the bathrooh I kneith absolute certainty that Ada I didn't want hi time
I could ask hiive me more time I stared at the woman in the mirror, but all she did was stare back
I'd killed theto let him have this last victory? Let him destroy me as he'd intended?
"Mercy?" Adam didn't have to raise his voice He knew I could hear him
"Careful," I told hi on clean underwear and an old T-shirt
"I have an ancient walking stick, and I kno to use it"
"The walking stick is lying across your bed," he said
When I ca across my bed, too
He wasn't tall, but he didn't need height to add to the impression hea stubborn jaw coive him movie-star beauty When his eyes were open, they were a dark chocolate only a shade lighter than h I knew he didn't think of himself that way He kept himself in shape because he was Alpha and his body was a tool he used to keep his pack safe He'd been a soldier before he was Changed, and thewas still there in the way he e
"When Sa to spend the rest of the night athis eyes Samuel was my roommate, a doctor, and a lone wolf Adam's house was behind mine, with about ten acres between them - three were mine and the rest were Adam's "We have time to talk"
"You look horrible," I said, not quite truthfully He did look tired, with dark circles under his eyes, but nothing short of mutilation could make hio to Washington (the capital - ere in the state) this weekend to clean up a little mess that was sort of my fault Of course if he hadn't ripped Tim's corpse into bits on camera, and if the resultant DVD hadn't landed on a senator's desk, there wouldn't have been a problem So it was partially his fault, too