11
I WOKE UP WITH A START. I’d been dreaming about Duncan warning me about Ethan.
“He killed me, Nikki. Too bad you’re too busy making out with him to give a shit.”
I felt so ashamed. Guilty. My own subconscious knew that I was in the wrong. Ethan had attacked Duncan before. Of course he was the one who would want to get rid of him. I had to quit lying to myself. Why in the hell would a shifter come after me and Duncan? We probably weren’t even in their radar. I was so gullible.
Sighing, I looked at the clock and decided to get up, since my alarm was about to go off. After using the bathroom, I wrapped my bandaged wrist in a plastic bag and took a shower. Afterward, I slipped on a long plum sweater and jeans, then grabbed a Pop-Tart to eat on the way to school. As I was leaving the cab
