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“I’ll take care of it Don’t worry”

It was hard not to worry, but right now, her brain was spinning with everything Once inside her car, he got behind the steering wheel and smiled at her He looked so tired; his hair was a mess of black waves and his shirt was covered in her…her blood She sed thickly, forcing her gaze forward

Standing on the porch was Daemon By the brutal look on his face, there was no doubt that he’d seen them—seen her trace

…

Bethany’s house was dark and silent when she walked in All she wanted to do was shower all the blood and gri back over, and she was going to sneak him in A first for her, but she knew he honestly needed to be near her right noas rattled, still shaky over what happened

So was she

In the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water and downed it in one gulp Thehaunted her steps as she threw the plastic in the trash She’d fallen and the impact—oh, God—the pain had been so intense but brief Final

And then there had been nothing

Bethany wasn’t sure how long that nothing had lasted, but the next thing she’d heard was Dawson telling her to please wake up and that he loved her At first, she’d been confused Had she fallen asleep? But then it hit her

And she was still reeling from it

Had she been knocked unconscious? If the blood was any indication, she’d been seriously injured The big question was—had she been knocking on death’s door or had she died?

Bethany shuddered

So that had been da and beyond co in perfect sync She didn’t kno she knew, but she did It had to be some kind of weird byproduct of what he’d done Very weird, but nothing she was afraid of How could she be?

Dawson loved her

And that kind of love… It was arabbed another bottle of water and headed for the stairs Without any warning, the kitchen light caainst the light “Bethany, what—oh my God, are you okay?”

Crap “Yeah, I’m fine”

He shuffled to her as fast as he could Over the last couple of weeks, he had been getting better, stronger Brown hair peppered with gray covered his head now Soon, he’d be living back in his own hoain

“My God, Beth, you’re covered in blood” He put a shaky hand on her shoulder, eyeing her like any doctor would, searching for visible injuries “What the hell happened?”

Think fast, Beth, think fast “Dawson and I went hiking, and he cut hied rock He bled…a lot”