I knew from personal experience that if you just kept moving, acting as if you weren't bleeding inside, you didn't die, and eventually you stopped wanting to. He towered over us, snarling and reaching down for the vampire's pale back. I thought about sending him home with someone else, letting him weep on someone else's shoulder. Only true friendship would have kept me there while she threw up everything she'd drunk that night.
Her reaction told me that it wasn't just me who'd noticed the shoulders and the extra muscle development. Falling down beside a stream, coughing blood. In the privacy of our home, Micah, and Nathaniel, and hell, Jason, had told me I was wrong. I ran with him.
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