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FIFTY-FOUR | RADIO STATION
With my head full of plots and plans, I could face the day. I even managed to crack a smile at the thought of sneaking up on a vampire, catching it by surprise and staking it through the heart.
No matter what, I decided, I wouldn’t think of Harper. He was well and truly out of my mind, and I was proud of myself for that. In fact, I felt positively radiant – despite my bed hair and the bags beneath my swollen eyes – until I barged through the door to the diner and saw Harper sat at the bar.
Well, shit. My heart plummeted down through my stomach, making me feel sick. All of my carefully constructed walls crumbled. I ducked my head. How was I going to avoid him?
I took an unsteady step backwards. If I sprinted, I might be able to make it round to the creepy back door and sidle in through the bins. I checked my watch. I had less than a minute to clock in. With a sigh, I clenched my fists, steeled m
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I threw the first punch. Dad dodged, his French plait swinging to the side. He grinned at me.“You’ve lost your edge, Cals.”I bounced back, re-adjusting my stance. “Just giving you a chance.”We circled one another, the morning sun glinting off my Dad’s hard-lined face. He dropped his smile, his eyes flicking from my head to my chest to my legs. They hovered for half a second too long on my legs, and I stepped back just as the kick came.I’d awoken early after my accidental sleep the night before, and I’d felt surprisingly fresh considering that I’d slept at an awkward angle on the sofa. Someone – most likely my Paps – had pulled my boots off and covered me with a throw, which I attributed my good mood and well-rested mind to.He fell back, watching me closely. He’d given himself away with his eyes; I wasn&r
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The creaky sign rocked back and forth in the winter wind. Waypavers. I’d not been back here in a while, and never for so long as when I’d brought Cyrus here. It felt oddly fitting, if a little perverse, that I was meeting Harper here for our last coffee together.Of course, there had been more to my suggestion of meeting here than a mere love of cyclicality. It had been Veronica’s workplace, and her family still ran it. If anyone had noticed her going missing, it would have been them.I was glad I’d have a distraction while speaking to Harper. A few good nights of sleep and a busy mind had helped me to lock away the last vestiges of my feelings for him, though I was sure that spending one-on-one time with him would bring them back to the surface. I’d steeled myself as best I could before leaving, but I knew my preparations would be worthless when I met his eyes with mine.I pulled my jacket
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