CHAPTER TWELVE: STORMED

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The buzzing of my phone yanked me awake, and I noticed that a heavy storm had fallen over the city

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The buzzing of my phone yanked me awake, and I noticed that a heavy storm had fallen over the city. For a moment, I thought about letting it go to voicemail, but the idea went away as soon as Hunter's name showed up on the screen.

My voice came out raspy. "Hello?"

"Hey, you," he said. On the other side of the line, there was a soft creak of a door opening, and his voice loudened. The rain's battering matched these actions. "Did I wake you up?"

"I was just resting my eyes."

"For three hours?"

I sat straight a little bit too fast and felt the blood rushing back down from my head to the rest of my body. "What time is it?"

"A little bit past six-thirty," he said. "I wanted to call before, but Logan held me back."

I drew the soft blanket away from my body, turning my lamp on before walking up to the window. The sky was tainted blue behind the clouds, and rain poured like crazy. "Does he know?"

"About what?" he asked. "About what I am or about the fact that you know what I am?"

"Both?"

Lightning struck somewhere near the skyscrapers downtown, and light spread through the sky. This allowed me to catch a glimpse of a tall figure walking across the street.

"He knows about me," Hunter said, the booming thunder echoing outside and through his side of the call. "Not about the fact that you know, too."

"Oh." The rain made it hard for me to listen to him, and I started to notice how this figure outside kept walking closer and closer to my driveway. He—and I solely assumed it was a guy because of the way he walked with his shoulders squared—was only wearing a black jacket to shield himself from the downpour. "Um...Hunter? I think someone's coming to my house."

"Are you expecting anyone?"

Not that I knew of. And the act of someone showing up on our doorstep didn't convey anything particularly dangerous, but after having heard about shape-shifters, dragons and vampires—or whatever they called themselves—my nerves were slightly on edge. "I don't think so."

"How good are your hospitality manners?"

My eyes narrowed. "Huh?"

"Well, would you be so kind as to give shelter to a poor guy getting drenched under these stormy skies because he wanted to share a word with you?"

"You're joking." I pulled the curtains further apart, squinting to get a better look at the figure standing now under my window, next to the tree that had been growing there since I could remember.

"Not really."

"And you didn't think about bringing an umbrella?" I asked, removing the latch and opening the window. The wind blew some rain into the room. "I mean, since it's pouring."

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