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He leaned his forehead against the door. “I don’t know.”

“Honesty, Richard, at least with yourself.”

He turned then, and his anger flared across my skin like a whip. “You want honesty, fine, we can have honesty. I hate what I am. I want a life, Anita. I want a real life. I want free of all this shit. I don’t want to be Ulfric. I don’t want to be a werewolf. I just want a life.”

“You have a life, Richard, it’s just not the life you thought it would be.”

“And I don’t want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am.”

I just looked at him, hugging my knees to my bare chest, my back pressed up against the bed. I looked at him, because I couldn’t think of a damned thing to say.

“I’m sorry, Anita, but I can’t . . . won’t do this.” He opened the door then. He opened the door, and he walked out, closing it behind him. The door closed with a soft, firm click. I sat there for a few seconds not moving. I don’t even think I was breathing, then slowly the tears squeezed out, and my first breath was a ragged gasp that hurt my throat. I rolled slowly to the floor, lying in a tight, tight ball. I lay on the floor and cried until I was cold and shivering.

That’s how Nathaniel found me. He pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around me, picked me up, and climbed onto the bed with me in his arms. He held me in the curve of his body, spooned against me, and I couldn’t feel him through the thick blanket. He held me and stroked my hair. I felt the bed move and opened my eyes to find Cherry and Zane crawling around me. They touched my face, took my tears with the tips of their fingers, and curled around me on the other side until I was cupped in their warmth.

Gregory and Vivian came next and climbed onto the bed until we all lay in a warm, thick nest of bodies and covers. And I was hot and had to peel the blanket back, and their hands spilled over me, touching, holding. I realized that I was still naked and so were they. No one ever put on clothes unless I made them. But the touching wasn’t sexual, it was comfort, the warm pile of puppies, and everyone in that pile loved me in their way. Maybe it wasn’t the way I wanted to be loved, but love is love and sometimes I think I’d thrown away more love than most people ever get a chance at. I was trying to be more careful lately.

They held me until I fell asleep, exhausted with crying, skin hot. But down in the center of my being was a cold, icy spot that they couldn’t touch. It was the place where I loved Richard, had always loved Richard, almost from the first time I’d seen him. But he was right on one thing. We couldn’t keep doing this. I wouldn’t keep doing this. It was over. It had to be over. He hated what he was, and now he hated what I was. He said he wanted someone that he wouldn’t have to worry about hurting, and he did want that, but he also wanted someone human, ordinary. He couldn’t have both, but that didn’t keep him from wanting both. I couldn’t be ordinary, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever been human. I couldn’t be what Richard wanted me to be, and he couldn’t stop wanting it. Richard was a riddle with no answer, and I was tired of playing a game I couldn’t win.

39

I SLEPT LIKE I was drugged, heavy, with harsh, fragmented dreams, or nothingness. I don’t know when I would have woken, but someone was licking my cheek. If they’d shaken me or called my name, I might have been able to ignore it, but someone was licking my cheek in long languorous movements that I couldn’t ignore.

I opened my eyes and found Cherry’s face so close I couldn’t focus on it. She moved back just enough so I wouldn’t feel cross-eyed looking at her, then said, “You were having a nightmare. I thought we should wake you.”

Her voice was neutral, her face blank, cheerful in an anonymous sort of way. It was her nurse face, cheerful, comforting, telling you nothing. The fact that she was naked, lying on her side, propped up on one elbow so that her body showed in one long line didn’t seem to