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feels almost like you’re trying to meld yourself into the other person. Sometimes it’s sexual, but sometimes it’s because the world has gone too wrong and you need something to cling to. I clung to Micah like he was the last solid thing in the world. I buried my face against the curve of his neck and drew in the scent of his skin. He didn’t ask again what was wrong; he just held me close.

Other arms hugged me from behind; another body pressed tight against me. I didn’t need to open my eyes and see Nathaniel to know it was him. I didn’t even need the faint hint of vanilla. I knew the feel of his body against mine. I knew the feel of them holding me together.

Another body came in from the side of us. I did turn to see, and found it was Cherry. She put an arm around both men. I realized with a start that she wasn’t taller than Nathaniel now. “What’s wrong?” she asked, dark eyes worried.

What did I say? That I was afraid of Olaf? That the thought that he’d caressed my wounds creeped me? That I wondered if he’d touched that bulge of intestine the way a man touches a breast? That I wanted to know, and didn’t want to know?

The door opened behind us. Edward nodded at me and went to the opening door. He spoke softly, then walked out the door to talk to Olaf in private, or maybe to simply keep him away from me for a while. Whichever, I was grateful. Of course, that left me with Edward’s other backup.

I looked past Micah’s shoulder and Cherry’s arm to the bed in the room. Pain had brought more of the shadow of that boy I’d first met into Peter’s face. He looked pale and terribly young lying there hooked up to tubes and monitors. When I woke up, I hadn’t been hooked up to anything that monitored my vitals. How much worse off was he than me?

I whispered, “I don’t think I can explain what’s wrong.”

Cherry gave me narrow eyes.

“I’ll try to explain later, promise.”

She frowned at me, but stepped back as if she knew what I was going to do. Maybe she did. I’d probably made some small movement toward the bed, or turned my body as if prepping to move. Most people wouldn’t notice, but a lot of the shapeshifters would.

I hugged Micah again, a little less intensely, and he kissed me. It was a gentle, lingering kiss. If Peter hadn’t been watching I might have made it more, but he was, and Edward was taking care of big and scary in the hallway. That left me with not so big, but scary in a very different way. I leaned back to look over my shoulder at Nathaniel. He kissed my cheek, putting his hand against the other side of my face so he could press our faces together. I turned so he could get more of a kiss, but he gave me one of the most delicate, gentlemanly kisses he’d ever given me. I drew back, giving him puzzled eyes. His lavender gaze flicked across the room toward the bed. I got it, and didn’t. Something about Peter watching made Nathaniel behave himself, but I didn’t know why, or what. I mean it was a kiss, not making out. I pushed the thought away into the crowd of other confusing thoughts. There were so many of them, I felt like I needed a cage to hold them in, so that all the things I didn’t understand wouldn’t overwhelm me.

I got a better look at Nathaniel’s clothes and realized he’d dressed himself almost exactly as he’d dressed me, except his T-shirt was a boy’s, and he wasn’t wearing any weapons. We looked like we should be going clubbing. Hard to complain about how someone dresses you when they’re wearing the same outfit. The clothes were minor problems compared to what was waiting.

I took a deep breath and pushed out of the circle of comforting hands. I moved out of that circle of warmth to face the current confusing thought. This one was staring at me with brown eyes that looked like islands in the pale skin of his face. Peter wasn’t naturally pale, not like I was, or Edward was, but he was pale now. Blood loss and pain will do that to you.

I walked toward the bed. In that moment I would rather have faced Peter than Olaf. Was I being a coward, or was Edward the one being the coward? I was betting that he’d rather face