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shoulder. “Then I guess you shouldn’t tell Kyle anything. We’ll just keep an eye on him.”
    I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was hesitant at first, as I wasn’t sure how Trevor was feeling, but then he buried a hand in my hair and deepened it.  I dug my fingers into his arms and held on as he kissed me hard. By the time we parted, I was completely breathless.
    “Good night sugar.”
    “It will be now with that on my lips and you in my mind.”
    He chuckled as I opened the car door and slid out. I stood on the sidewalk and watched him drive away, then I turned and booked it up to the front door. I went into the house, kicking off my shoes, and found my mom in the living room with my brother watching The Walking Dead , their favorite show on DVD.
    My mom paused it on a particularly gory part and said, “Hey baby doll. How was work?” She glanced at the clock on the wall.  “Aren’t you home a little early?”
    “I wasn’t feeling all that hot, so I left early.” I slumped into the comfy easy chair. “How was your day?”
    “Good. Uneventful.”
    I looked at Kyle who was busy shoving more popcorn into his mouth. “How about you Kyle? Anything exciting happening?”
    His eyes narrowed. “No. Why?”
    “No reason. Just asking.”  I got to my feet.
    “What’s up Sale? You never ask me about my day.”
    “Nothing.” I didn’t turn toward him.  If he saw my face, he’d know I was lying. He could always tell when I was lying. I was never any good at it. “I’m going to bed. Can you keep your zombie murder down to a dull roar please?”
    I escaped to my room and shut the door. After dumping my bag on the floor, I stripped off my work clothes and put on my comfiest—boxer shorts and an old ratty tank top.  I had homework to do but was in no frame of mind to complete it. Not if I didn’t want to hand in random lines of gobblygook for my English paper.
    I climbed into my bed, grabbed the stuffed Pikichu Trevor had bought me weeks ago, and tried to empty my mind of the horrible images and thoughts that had gathered there in the past hour.  I wanted to erase the picture of that poor girl from my brain. But it was impossible. It was etched like someone had actually carved it directly into my gray matter. For as long as I lived, I would probably never be able to forget her dried up corpse.
    I knew it wasn’t my fault she’d died, but I still felt responsible. Whoever had killed her did it to get back at me. I should’ve killed Seth and Quinn when I had the chance. And I should’ve taken Merlin’s sword into the shadow-way and eviscerated the druid himself.
    A soft knock came at my door. I turned just as my mom came in.  “Is everything okay?” she sat on the edge of my bed. My mother the super sleuth. She always knew when something was wrong. God, I loved her for that.
    “I’m good.”
    “Are you sure?” she patted my foot.
    “Yeah, Mom. Don’t worry.”
    “You know I do, Salem. Please don’t put me through that again.”
    I butt-shuffled forward on the bed and wrapped my arms around her.  She squeezed me back.
    “I won’t. I promise.”
    She pulled back, and kissed my forehead.  “Okay. Have a good sleep.” She stood and left my room, shutting the door behind her.
    Sighing I leaned back against the mound of pillows on my bed.  I was an evil liar monster. And I was probably going to go to hell for putting my mom through even more shit than I already had.
    I pulled the blanket over me and settled down in my bed.  Yawning, I closed my eyes and tried to let sleep take me quickly.  I was hoping things would seem better in the morning. Although I knew without fail they would be worse.
    I dreamt that night.  Not about Merlin this time, but about the other him.
    Thane.
    He was the lead singer of one of my favorite bands, Malice. He was tall, with beautiful hair and a beautiful face, and a voice that sent me into a euphoric fog. He was also the one that had seduced