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floor had given her a healthy dose of willpower back. “Can you please just go and get the keys?”
    A pause. “Okay…” came the uncertain reply, before he heard her striding away.
    He forced himself to calm down. There’s no way he could expect Lydia to come to terms with this in five minutes when it had taken him the best part of five months. “Look; I know you don’t believe me, but I also know there’s a part of you that wants to – that there’s a part of you that will.”
    “And how is it you know me so well?” she snapped.
    “Because I had to accept the fact that I was a werewolf eight months ago, and it almost killed me – in some ways it still does … every month.”
    Maybe it was the total sincerity in his tone, but her angry expression faltered and her defensiveness slipped. Her eyes filled with tears she didn’t bother hiding, and he almost wished he could take his words back, but that would be pointless. There was no going back – for either of them.
    His ears pricked at the sound of the other woman’s footsteps sounding down the hall – she wasn’t wasting any time.
    He sighed. This was his minute up. “If you can’t trust me, then trust yourself. Your dreams are real , Lydia. Listen to them. Feel them. Find Ryan. All I’ve done is ease your pain, but he’s your mate; he’s the one who can make it all go away forever.” Fuck it, he almost choked on his words. His own eyes welled up…
    “Why are you always so sad?”
    He started at her question. Whether at the tenderness behind it or at the question itself, he couldn’t tell.
    “Lydia, I’m back!” A key sounded in the door.
    Taylor grabbed his clothes and swiftly entered one of the cubicles, swinging the door shut behind him.
    He heard the other door open partway before Lydia’s voice bounced off the tiled walls. “Wait. I’ve got the door. Here…” some kind of noise – a soft scraping – Lydia picking up her shoes, he guessed… “Come with me, Lees. I just want to get out of here and forget this night ever happened.”
    “I could have sworn I heard a man’s voice in here – are you in here alone? Why the hell are you locked in? I couldn’t believe it when I heard about Simon – oh, Lydia! I wanted to see you before now, but I had to take care of the restaurant, and…” their voices trailed off as they disappeared from his sensitive earshot, behind further doors and walls.
    She hadn’t ratted him out. He could only assume that was a good thing. He’d already resolved to find where she lived and check in on her later tonight.
    A howl sounded a few miles away to the north. His flesh goosebumped in response. Lawrence.
    The pitch of it was urgent – it was a home calling.
    Checking in on Lydia would have to wait. At least he’d tamed her heat – she shouldn’t have any problems getting through the night now, and the pull of the moon tomorrow wouldn’t be quite as strong.
    Adulterer… whispered the scathing voice in his head. He shook it away, ignoring the pain that threatened to flare in his chest.
    Bunching his clothes up, he stuck them behind one of the lavatories, then shifted once more into his wolf form. He padded out of the toilets, then out of the theatre, keeping to the shadows, and once sure he wouldn’t be spotted, sprinted towards Lawrence’s call.
     
    ~*~
     
    She wasn’t sure how she’d made it home, despite only living a fifteen minute walk away. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this furious . But maybe what really heightened the fury, was the realisation that somewhere, deep down, she had taken in what he’d said – she’d actually taken it in. Which was ludicrous, and it made her ludicrous.
    Her mind rang as she slammed her key into the lock of her front door and stormed her way into her flat, kicking the door shut behind her. She was pretty sure she could feel the beginnings of a headache.
    Whipping her phone out of her bag, she pulled up Brendan’s number, hit the