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to your heart.
When I grabbed in the kitchen, he came flying in to save you. I thought if he found me,
draining the life from
you, he wouldn t hesitate to kill me. Tiredly, Peter exhaled.  I knew he was a better match
for you than I was,
and I didn t see any other way out.
For once, I was too flabbergasted to say anything. I don t think that I had ever truly believed
that
Peter cared about me. The bond made him feel things for me, but I d always suspected that
he hated me. But
I found out that not only did Peter care about me, he loved me so much, he d been planning
to die for my
happiness. My heart thumped dully in my chest and I tried to think of something say to him.
 Stop looking at me like that, Peter snapped when he finally met my eyes again.  I don t
know why
it s so shocking that I wouldn t want you to die. Do you really think Ezra would be so willing
to sacrifice
himself for me if I was such a psychopath?
 Peter, I am so sorry, I whispered, unable to muster the full strength of my voice.
 Stop! Peter repeated.  Look, Ezra is the one out there! We need to be worrying about him,
not us!
Because there isn t even an  us to worry about!
 You re right. I shook my head, trying to clear it of any confused thoughts about Peter.
It was hard, though. That changed the way I thought about everything. All the time I had been
messing
around with Jack, falling in love with him, the one thing that had given me the green light
was that Peter had
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tried to kill me. I hadn t been angry with him for it, but I hadn t really wanted to pursue a
relationship with
him after that. But when I thought about it as his own suicide attempt, that he had loved me
so much he had
been willing to give me up& then I suddenly felt like a total hussy. We had been bound
together, and he had
truly loved me, but I had run off with his brother instead.
Peter didn t say anything, and neither did I. I m not sure if he was really trying to come up
with
another plan, but I certainly couldn t. Part of me was really trying to, but I felt like all the
wind had been
knocked out me, and it was hard to concentrate on figuring out how to rescue Ezra/get
revenge, especially
when I didn t really understand what either of those things would entail.
Before either of us could formulate what would most likely be a non-plan, there was a soft
thudding
sound on the door to the hotel room. Not a knock exactly, but more like something falling
into it. I looked to
Peter, but his eyes were already fixed on the door. He had moved in front of me, trying to
block me in case it
happened to be the lycan announcing their entrance.
When the door slowly swung open, we were greeted by something almost as bad.
Ezra leaned on the doorframe, looking more haggard than I could ever imagine him being.
His
clothes, the same black sweater and jeans he had worn the night before, were torn and dirty.
His skin was
gaunt and pale, and Ezra had always looked tan and full of life. Ezra had started staggering
into the room and
Peter rushed to him.
 Oh my gosh, Ezra! Are you okay? I wanted to rush to him and hug him, but the way Peter
was
handling him, I knew that he couldn t handle it.
 Yeah& I just&  Ezra started to brush us off, but his voice had never sounded weaker.
I was about to ask what was wrong, but then I saw it. Bite marks on his neck and wrists. It
was a 45
minute drive from lycan territory, plenty of time for a vampire to heal, but they were still red
and swollen. He
had been so drained to that he didn t have the strength to heal.
 He needs to feed, Peter told me almost absently and attempted a hand Ezra off to me. He
hurried
off to the bathroom to get blood for Ezra, leaving me alone to struggle with the situation.
Gingerly, I put my arm around Ezra to stabilize him and tried to help him on the bed. He
was horribly
pale and his deep brown eyes were glassy. I had never seen a vampire look so ill before. It
had never even
occurred to me that they could even look like this, especially Ezra. He was in control of
everything. As far as
my standard for perfection was concerned, it was him.
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When I sat down next to him on the bed, my arm still supporting him, the weight of
everything must
have finally hit him and he started collapsing back. I could ve held him up but it caught me
off guard. As a
result, I ended up falling back first, with him landing top of me. I scooted back farther on
the bed so I could
sit up more. His head was resting on my lap, and I meant to try and help him up, but then I
felt the desperate
way he was gripping my thigh. There was nothing sexual about it, but it was like he just
needed to hang onto
something, so he was clinging onto me.
 I got you some blood, Peter said numbly when he walked back into the room. He looked
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