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I resignedly followed him without taking my hand away. It's only recently that I've been getting confused about the days, it would be strangely unusual, but from the events in Des Moines and beyond - it has become so natural. I never found out how long I had been passed out from that gas station in Casper... I should have known... But now it was all so unimportant and tiresome.

Although I was terribly tired, I was surprised when we stopped at Aunt Sarah's house. He just walked me out.

- Morning is coming soon, but it's forgivable for you to sleep for a day, - he smiled weakly and let go of my hand.

“Forgivable would be a week,” I continued awkwardly.

I wanted to ask - and you? Now, under the light from the windows of the house, I could see the consequences of our captivity and the fight with Trent's werewolves. Dried blood on his face made it impossible to see the severity of the wound. A shabby sweater from someone else's shoulder hid the wounds on the wrists, but the gray fabric stu