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I will deal with him later when this is all over The sight of Harry stiff on the ground nearly makes me laugh. The big fool had eaten peanuts - his one deadly weakness. What has come over him? This is one reason I have to be careful and strategic about my planning- Harry is actually acting abnormal. As I look at him, I fight a smirk almost dancing at the corner of my lips. I cannot show my true reaction, Instead, I forced my face to crumble in tears "Harry!" I scream, rushing to his side like I care. "Someone call an ambulance! Please, help him!"

I wonder if I could get my hands on some alcohol, a little gin could loosen up anyone. He walked back to the door steadily then glanced back at me. “I came to tell you so when they finally came to get you, you’d already know what it’s all about. ” Harry disappeared leaving me in my worry, then the tears fell I couldn’t control it any longer. I slumped at the base of my bed crying my eyes out. I was going to die here, just like my sister, and no one would care. ∞

"Mom, Dad. I'm so sorry." But Dad was shaking his head, Mom too. "Sweetheart," Mom said. "It's not." She sighed out some of her own sadness, the air heavy with it. "We both knew this day would come eventually." She smiled up at him, glittering tears making shining paths down her face. "Harry is immortal. I made him promise we would end our mating before I was too old."

"You're paranoid." "Yeah." I turn back. "So should you be." He frowns. "What does that mean?" I walk back, pick up the mug, and sip. "Harry's dead." The words land heavy. I don't react. Just nod. "He was gutted," Bolton adds. "In your apartment. We connected the dots. Plus we couldn't find a body." My grip tightens on the mug. Hot coffee sloshes over my hands and thighs. I don't react. Don't feel it.