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.I’ll take you outside the city limits.”A tear fell down Kat’s cheek.Cage just wanted to help.Nodding, she grabbed the helmet and climbed onto the back of his bike without a word.Once outside the city, Cage dropped her off at a park.She thanked him and handed the helmet back and Cage reached into his pocket to withdraw a handful of money, “Disappear Kat.”Kat took the money and nodded her thanks, knowing he wouldn’t let her refuse the offer.“Cage—” She began, voice trembling.“I never saw you, even if Julian asks.”Kat bit her lip to keep it from trembling as she thought about Julian.“Thank you.”Cage nodded and left her standing in the middle of the park.Kat began walking off as tears began to fall.She brushed them aside and looked up at the full moon.The moon would be her companion and guide.Her only friend now.Fifty FiveKat found a small apartment in the outskirts of Wheatland Falls.She figured it was the last place anyone would look.Their first thought would be cities that were rundown and filled with police sirens at night, gun fights during the day.They wouldn’t think to look for her in a small suburb.At first, she did stay in a hotel in one of those cities for some time, but knew it wasn’t safe and moved on.She left and came upon Wheatland Falls, which felt right.A nice and clean, friendly little town.Nobody knew what she was, but most figured she was just another divorcé.That she didn’t go out during the day and had no children.She didn’t seem to bother the other women, or they didn’t notice.She wasn’t sure which it was, but she didn’t chit-chat with them.She took the graveyard shift at one of the local stores and knew it contributed to why nobody asked her about going out only at night.Her job was to patrol, but the way the city was, she would be lucky if something did happen.The next city over, she found a friend at a local blood bank to supply her with blood.When you dealt with loads of cash, people didn’t tend to ask questions.She kept a lot of her money in a small safe hidden behind one of the stores she patrolled, in case she needed to run and couldn’t get to her apartment.Kat didn’t know what happened to her condo back home and didn’t care.While she patrolled at night, she found herself thinking about everyone.Whenever she heard sounds out of the ordinary on her patrols, she thought Cameron found her and she got ready to run.Plenty of random cats and rats were running about that she almost took down, but never anything major to worry over.It was easy to pretend she was the average girl next door too.She placed curtains in her windows to prevent people from seeing in, and bought thick plywood—she painted black—to stick behind those curtains during the day.Her apartment became a virtual cave, but nobody was the wiser.If someone happened to come by, the plywood was easy to hide, but she had no friends for that purpose.When she did use a name, it was false.Nobody asked questions of you when you were friendly and fit in, but kept to yourself, not causing any trouble for anyone and doing your job as was asked of you.Every day she went to bed, Kat thought about Julian.She kept trying to forget him, but it was as though he called to her.When she slept, she dreamt of him.She dreamt of being alone with him, and she’d wake up calling his name.The more she tried to forget, the harder it became.One night when she patrolled a few weeks later, she could’ve sworn she’d seen him, but when she snuck around the opposite way, nobody was there.She was sure if he was there, she would’ve found him, but then again Julian wasn’t average.He was—as she learned—more powerful than words alone could describe.If he didn’t want to be seen, he wouldn’t be seen.Walking back to her apartment one night, Kat found herself thinking about Julian all over again before she crossed the bridge on her way back.Her job was across the river from where she lived because it was much easier in case she was forced to leave.Crossing the river before the sun came up gave her time alone—not that she didn’t already have time alone, but she loved crossing the bridge at night.Watching the lights reflecting off the water from passing cars was beautiful, and she often stopped and stood there for a while [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]