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“It's not like someone has to take that when I'm alone, right?” “Thanks,” Macey's smile has widened. “Macey, do you believe in supernatural creatures? Monsters? Werewolves?” He has cleared his throat, contemplating whether to resume his intentions... but she did proceed to her last example anyway. “Vampires?” “I don't? Or just slightly?” Macey shrugged as she takes one book from Calderon's stack and unfolds it to have a look. “How about you?” “I... do.” “Hmm?” If there was one thing Calderon was sure of, it would be; he has clicked on Macey's interest once more. The girl's eyes were glimmering in the dim lights of the corner they sit in, but he could see its shine.

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I wanted to say I was sorry. But the moment I opened my mouth, I started laughing instead. My laughter was sharp and grating, like nails dragging across a chalkboard. The steel needles churned wildly in my brain. The pain overwhelmed me, and everything went black. The memory cut off. The comments exploded. [He's already this vicious at seven. If he's not born bad, then what is he?] [Just get rid of him already. People like this are nothing but trouble.] [Being a single mom is already hard enough, and she ends up with a kid like this. Even I feel bad watching it.]

I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue. "We are monsters, aren't we?" Nicodra asks deviously. "Yes, we sleep in beds and bathe in showers, eat with forks and knives—cooked foods—but we're beasts. I had heard that a woman of your pack killed her mate. Bizarre, isn't it?" "Tragic, I think," I answer. "I can't lie, it's been on my mind. Horrible, terrible thing." David says, "We're choosing to move on from the incident."

It was something I haven't felt before, even when I had subconsciously created the monsters for the first time. "Good girl. That's it." Karissa praised me from somewhere close by. Her voice held a hint of pride. I opened my eyes and saw a black swirling mist, bigger than the two I had created before. I gasped and stared at it with Karissa who placed her hand on my shoulder from behind me. Fifteen seconds later, the mist expanded further and began to drop my monsters. "Shit. They are bigger than the last," I whispered to myself but Karissa answered me.

“Great. Just great. Meg loves shopping for odds and ends there, and maybe it’s evil. WONDERFUL.” “Well, perhaps not evil, just . . . ” I wave him off, massaging my aching temples with my other hand. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. Holy God, Gavin. Demons, evil houses and doctors, ghosts, redneck voodoo zombie witch doctors and monsters . . . what the hell else have we got in this town?” He tips his head at the book. “How about gods . . . ”

he said. She stepped in, letting the quiet settle over her. “It’s… beautiful.” He watched her trail her fingers along the spines of books. “You read all of these?” she asked. He nodded. “Looking for something.” “Answers?” “Or stories where the monster wins.” She turned to him. “You think you’re the monster?” “I know I am.” Silence. Then softly—“Monsters don’t make pasta and build libraries.” Damien’s lips twitched. “They do… when they want to keep their prey comfortable.”

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