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Pretend she misunderstood. That I\u2019d never met a Kenny. But she won\u2019t fall for that. So what would I say if I wasn\u2019t a vampire? If I wasn\u2019t scared that I\u2019d get blamed? Found out. I start to type. OMG! Yes, that\u2019s the guy, the one I told you about, Kenny! I can\u2019t believe he\u2019s dead! Good, good, good. I\u2019ll def ask around as soon as I\u2019m back at work! I wait for a reply, my hands shaking.<\/p>\n

Beep. Sally: Well keep me posted on anything you find out, okay? How are you doing otherwise? Are you away for Christmas? In-laws here FML . . . I stare at it, not sure what to reply but knowing it\u2019ll look really suspicious if I type nothing. So what would I say if I really believed this was all good news?<\/p>\n

I decide on: Of course, I\u2019ll let you know the moment I hear anything! And then, I sign off and put myself back to bed. 1kitap1.com\/en I\u2019m woken by someone banging on the door. Adrenaline sparks in my veins and I pull the covers to my chest as I stare towards it. The sky outside is dark now, no light seeping in around the edges of the blinds. Is it Riley? The police? Something worse? I want to escape, but I can\u2019t.<\/p>\n

This flat only has one window\u2014that\u2019s why I bloody rented it\u2014and that\u2019s right by the front door. I\u2019m stuck. I tiptoe over to the door, then carefully look through the peephole and . . . just great. Just when I think things can\u2019t get any worse. Because it\u2019s Oscar, his eyes glowing green and gold as he frowns at me through the peephole. A heat boils within me. He is the reason Kenny is on that noticeboard. He is the reason Sally or Riley might get suspicious and figure out what I am.<\/p>\n

He is like a grenade that has rolled into my life and I can\u2019t find the pin to put it back in. I want to ignore him. Tell him to go away. But he\u2019ll just open the door himself.<\/p>\n

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This ebook contains the following accessibility features which, if supported by your device, can be accessed via your ereader\/accessibility settings: Change of font size and line height Change of background and font colours Change of font Change justification Text to speech Page numbers taken from the following print edition: ISBN 9781460767405 1kitap1.com\/en DEDICATION For Mickey\u2014 Who, when I said, \u2018Am I crazy to want to write a vampire book?\u2019<\/p>\n

replied, \u2018So be crazy.\u2019 Without you, this book might not exist. And for the Aubreys. Every single one. For you, this book does exist. 1kitap1.com\/en EPIGRAPH It is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame . . . Charlotte Bront\u00eb, Jane Eyre 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS Note to Readers Dedication Epigraph Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62 Chapter 63 Chapter 64 Acknowledgements About the Author Praise Copyright 1kitap1.com\/en 1 Every once in a while, there\u2019s a winter fog so thick you can barely see in front of you.<\/p>\n

It rolls in with the mulled wine and the fake Santas and the Christmas lights on Oxford Street, around the time everyone starts mumbling about seasonal affective disorder like it\u2019ll kill you. It rolls in with no warning and casts an intoxicating magic, the kind that belongs in story books. The kind that makes you want to stand still forever, lose yourself and just breathe it in. He was like that fog. He stopped me in my tracks and reminded me of what it was to have a heartbeat. So that\u2019s how I ended up here, at Archway tube station, wearing huge sunglasses at 9.07 pm in case I cry.<\/p>\n

I look up at the board: three minutes. The next train is due in three minutes. I just need to hold it together for three more minutes. Then I\u2019ll be on my way home. I can do this. The platform reeks of urine, and I can hear rats scuttling in the distance.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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