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Fang.”
     
    I shook my head. “No way, man,” I said, trying to stay calm. Being around Darius was making me angry. I could feel my hands balling up into fists at my sides. “You don’t fuckin’ know anything, Darius. You don’t know how this town works.”
    “I know how you work,” Darius said. He winked at me and I felt rage boil through my body. “And I know you saved that pretty little librarian from a bad fate.”
     
    My mouth went dry but I shook my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. “But I’ll make you pay if you don’t stop this shit. Stop being such a goddamn jackass, Darius.”
     
    Darius worked his lips into a slow grin. “She’ll have to watch her little back in the future,” he said. “And boy, does she have a nice back.” He held his hand up and squeezed the air.
    “Fuck you,” I snarled. “You stay away from her.”
     
    Darius only chuckled. It was only when I climbed on my bike that I’d realized my mistake. By acknowledging that I’d known who he was talking about, I’d only put Jenny directly into the face of danger.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
    Jenny
     
     
    All I could think about that night was Tristan and how we’d ended, and how angry he’d been with me. I shuddered. Part of me never wanted to see him again. After all, he’d left all those years ago. He’d left and never come back. Not even a fucking note, and then he had the nerve to show up and try to “rescue” me.
     
    I barely got a wink of sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Tristan’s face floating in my mind. It was torturing me. Things are never going to be that good again, I thought to myself. And you know that. The sooner you understand that, the better .
     
    Unfortunately, the morning came even though I didn’t want it anywhere near me. As I was getting Phin ready for school, he seemed more solemn than usual. He was a serious kid, but still, he was usually pretty goofy in the mornings.
     
    “Mommy, who was that man?” Phin looked into my eyes and I could tell that he was worried. I crushed him against my chest and buried my face in his hair, smelling his sweet scent. In a few years, he was going to be a heartbreaker. But for now, he was still my little boy.
     
    “I’m so sorry that happened, sweetie,” I said, pulling back. I put my hands on Phin’s shoulders and looked into his innocent face. “He won’t be coming back again, I promise.”
     
    Phin bit his lip and for a moment, it looked like he was going to cry. The resemblance to Tristan was so astounding that I couldn’t believe I’d never thought of it before. Phin had the same blue eyes, the same chiseled jaw. His hair was lighter in color than Tristan’s but I could tell that it would darken with time into those same messy waves I loved.
     
    “Who is he?” Phin looked at me again and I felt a tug on my heartstrings. “How do you know him?”
     
    I didn’t answer. Turning around, I stood up. I was still only half-dressed, and I had to be back at the library before ten. After the bus picked up Phin, I’d have to call a cab. It wasn’t cheap, but I didn’t have a choice as the library was fifteen miles away. I couldn’t walk. Damn you, Tristan. If it wasn’t for you, I’d still have my car.
     
    If it wasn’t for you, I might be dead, I realized. If Tristan hadn’t shown up when he did, those thugs would have surely done worse. I shivered, remembering the feel of their greasy, chubby fingers sliding over my body.
     
    “Who is he?” Phin repeated when I was almost out of the room. “What did he want?”
     
    “I don’t know, sweetheart,” I said. Phin frowned. Even though he was only eight, I could tell he didn’t believe me. “I mean, Mommy knew him a long time ago. That’s all. I don’t know who he is anymore.”
     
    Phin laughed. I was glad for a break in his serious temperament. Sometimes I hated being a single mother. I wished that he could have had a father in his