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be a difficult topic for him too.
    Because of that, she trusted him enough to take the plunge into her past.
    “I’d had a fight with my brother.” She stared down at her feet, right crossed behind the left. “It was stupid. They’d just started to broadcast the warnings about the zombie virus on the telly. Couldn’t believe how much it would cost to get out of London before the quarantine kept everyone here. They’d make us all pay to go someplace safer? He wanted to stay here, wait it out, keep the family together. I thought he was bloody daft.” She closed her eyes. “I’d stormed out of our flat, gone off to cool my head.”
    It was a habit.
    Silence, though Seth had crossed the room to stand just in front of her, in arm’s reach.
    “My family, they came after me when they thought I’d been gone too long. Worried.” She’d been too angry, too upset to think about where she’d gone, the danger she’d put them in that night. “I’d gone to the gardens. I could find the Peter Pan statue from anywhere in the park, you see. Even if it wasn’t the original way the story’s Peter should look, I still loved the statue. Every time I felt mischievous, devilish, I’d go there. It was as if I could put my hands on the cool bronze of it and let go of the devil in me, you know? Go back to the real world with a level head.”
    “It was your sanctuary.” He didn’t mock her. Maybe she imagined the understanding in his voice but at least he didn’t make fun.
    She nodded. “It was their voices, calling for me in the dark, that probably attracted the zombies. Two of the things came from opposite directions. If I’d answered my mum and brother sooner, maybe we would have had time to get out of the park. We weren’t armed back then.”
    And she hadn’t known how to shoot.
    She’d fixed that.
    “We didn’t recognize them for what they were at first. Thought maybe they were beggars.”
    “You let them get too close.”
    Too much knowing there. He’d probably seen a lot of zombie attacks. The telly broadcasts said the werewolf pack was hunting down zombies, keeping them in check. Told the general public to stay indoors and not hinder their efforts. Based on Seth’s comments, his pack truly was helping.
    A relief, that.
    But the werewolves hadn’t been there the night her mum and brother died.
    “I was the only one that made it out of the park, because my brother kept shoving me ahead of him and cursing at me to run. Mum had tried to hold them back and my brother went back to save her.” She paused, swallowing past the horror building from the memories. “I didn’t listen to him. Again. I followed him to help. One got a hold of me. I fell and the thing dragged me along the ground, gnawing on my shoe. I didn’t see where Mum went, only saw my brother, diving at the thing, pulling it off of me. Then he told me if I didn’t run, their lives would’ve been wasted.”
    She couldn’t speak anymore. Shame burned through her.
    “You ran.” Seth reached out, brushed her hair away from her face. “It was good that you did, Maisie. Your brother was right. Their sacrifice would’ve been for nothing if you hadn’t survived.”
    “They wouldn’t have been out there at all if it hadn’t been for me.” She choked on it. The irony was, she still went out into the night all the time. Maybe to look for their ghosts and say how sorry she was. Maybe to ask them if she could go with them. Still, she never let anyone follow her out there.
    “They wanted you to live.”
    She laughed, but there was no joy in it. “I ran, as best I could. But I was bleeding and my right foot burned with the pain of it. By the time I made it here, I was delirious with fever.”
    “You’d been bitten.” The growl had returned to Seth’s voice.
    Did he know his blue eyes turned golden when he got angry? When the wolf part of him took over? She looked back down at her feet.
    “Brian found me in the foyer, dragged me into the