I spend the next two days avoiding Dayne, and anywhere where she might be. Savannah, that is.
The girl whose clothes I've been wearing since I passed close enough to her when I ran out of the den to pick up her scent. And they're all over the clothes in the chest of drawers in Dayne's room.
I'm desperate not to wear them, but I have to wear something.
I get up at five-thirty even though it kills me to do it, rush through a shower, dress, make breakfast, and after shoving eggs and bacon between two slices of toast, disappear out into the forest where I spend most of the morning and afternoon.
Since I don't catch sight of Regan at breakfast, I guess whatever emergency she had a call about means she's too busy in town to help me with the cooking. I can't help but feel relieved I don't hav
