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Cadan tipped my chin up to meet his solid red eyes. He stroked my jaw and waited until I said something. But what can I say? I don’t want to practice on anybody, much less Luke. What if I can’t stop? What if I hurt him? “What happens if I can’t stop feeding?” I asked quietly. Cadan shrugged. “We’ll find a good spot to bury the body.

It was sweet he was checking on me. He didn’t have to, but he knew that Blair and I were friends. Sisters, even. And he wanted to protect her friends like he’d protect her. Well, maybe not the same way. If there was a gun fight he’d probably use me as a shield to protect her. But still, he cared.

My lips parted his to absorb even more energy. My stomach rumbled in praise as the Whisperers laughed at the sight. Luke’s tongue danced against mine, but I am too focused on the feed to feel the unreadable emotion that came with kissing my best friend. Another minute passed. And then another, until somebody grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground. I snapped out of the feed and watched Luke fall to his knees in weakness. My hunger disappeared. I looked up at Cadan to see him staring at his step brother. “Welcome to the dark side, sweetness,” he murmured right before I blacked out.

The couple trapped behind the glass could fool anyone. They looked content with each other; they looked happy. Their embrace looked warm, subtle and safe. But anybody outside the mirror world could see the truth.