I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.

People can’t smell blood.

I tried to think of a logical solution that could explain what I had just seen — a solution that excluded the assumption that I was insane.

It felt like the heat of my anger should physically burn him, but he only seemed more amused.

He’s telling everyone that he’s taking me to prom — either he’s insane or he’s still trying to make up for almost killing me last… well, you remember it, and he thinks prom is somehow the correct way to do this. So I figure if I endanger his life, then we’re even, and he can’t keep trying to make amends.

I realized then that I wasn’t being followed. I was being herded.

You’re not a magnet for accidents — that’s not a broad enough classification. You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you.

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I think… and if you ever repeat what I’m saying right now I will cheerfully beat you to death, but I think that would hurt Jessica’s feelings.

Newton’s getting on my nerves.

He raised his free hand and placed it gently on the side of my neck. I sat very still, the chill of his touch a natural warning — a warning telling me to be terrified. But there was no feeling of fear in me. There were, however, other feelings…