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It didn’t take me long to find Selene. She walked toward me out of the alley where I’d been attacked. Her expression seemed dazed, and she nearly tripped over me when I stopped in front of her. She dropped her gaze to my face and blinked.
“Oh, Gabriel,” she said. “Why are you like that?” She looked around. “Someone could see you,” she whispered. “Where did you change?”
“A friend helped me out. Where did you go? What happened?”
Our questions crossed in the mental space between us, and she knelt down, put her arms around me, and buried her face in my fur.
“Let’s go somewhere,” she said. “I can’t handle any more people.”
“All right. Let’s go to my place.”
“Mine is closer,” she said. “And I have your clothes there. I forgot to bring them with me tonight.”
“Won’t they be following yo
