Change. Change into what? I tiptoed back to Jared's room and quietly closed the door. I didn't want him to know that I'd overheard them.

Sitting back down on the bed, I rubbed my forehead as I tried to understand what I'd just overheard. At this point I didn't think I could really take anymore. Yesterday I'd nearly died, and today I found out I might change into something, but exactly what I didn't know. I dropped my head into my hands. It was just too much.

The door opened. I glanced up and saw Catherine walk into the room with a tray of food.

"I thought you might be hungry," she said as she put the tray next to me on the bed.

"Thank you." I gave her a weak smile. My stomach was too knotted to be able to eat anything.

"How are you feeling?" She watched me with genuine concern.

"Much better."

"I washed your clothes. I'll be back with them in a moment," she said before she disappeared out the room

I rushed to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't know why I was looking at my reflection, maybe to see if there were any physical changes. Taking a deep breath, I released it as my hands gripped the counter. I needed to calm down and think about what I'd heard in a logical way. Just because I'd survived an attack by a Hue didn't mean I would change. I was overreacting. I took another deep breath and released it, trying to calm my emotions.

Catherine appeared at the door of the bathroom. She handed me a towel and my clothes.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure," she replied. Then before she left she turned and touched my arm.

"I'm glad you're okay," she said softly.

"Me too," I replied. But was I okay?

It was nice to stand under the shower for a few minutes and forget about all the chaos that had happened. I felt like I was stuck on a rollercoaster and there was no way to get off. Under the heat of the water, I closed my eyes and tried to push all thoughts of the attack from my mind. I stood there for a few more minutes and then rinsed the soap off. Once I was done I switched the shower off and climbed out. I dried myself off with the towel and got dressed. I hung up the towel over the shower door.

I was surprised to find Jared sitting on the bed when I walked out of his bathroom.

"Hey," he said and stood up.

"Hi," I greeted back nervously. He made me nervous, but it was a good nervous.

"You feeling okay?" he asked as he stood closer to me. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes scanning my face.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied, determined to be fine. Any thoughts of what could happen from here on I pushed away. For the moment I just wanted to be glad I was still alive.

"I need to go home," I informed him. I wanted to get back home to my own space so I would have time to sort through everything I'd been through.

Then I remembered Anne. I remembered when I panicked about Anne not knowing where I was. He'd said that it had been taken care of and that she thought I was sleeping at a friend's place.

"You haven't explained how you convinced Anne I was sleeping at a friend's house last night." I needed to know what the story was so when she asked I could stick to the same story. Thinking back a couple of weeks ago, I hadn't been a very good liar but now I was getting plenty of practice.

I felt a pang of guilt for betraying Anne's trust even though I didn't have much choice.

"Simple, really. I got Neve to message your grandmother from your phone to tell her you were going to stay out at a friend's. Neve apologized that it was last minute and Anne said to have fun. She really trusts you, doesn't she?"

"Yes. That's why I get to do pretty much what I want," I explained. What I didn't tell him was that she trusted me enough not to put rules in place as long as I didn't betray her trust. Neve messaging her and lying to her hadn't been my decision, but I would go along with that and in that action I would be betraying her trust. I felt the heaviness of my guilt.

"You're going to need this," he said, giving me my phone.

"Thank you," I whispered. He knew what I was thanking him for. He'd saved my life.

"You don't have to thank me for that. If it hadn't been for me you wouldn't have been in that position in the first place."

His jaw tightened and there was no mistaking the guilt in his strong features. He blamed himself for what had happened to me.

"Thank you anyway." I turned to leave and he stopped me by touching my arm.

"I failed you once. It won't happen again. There will be someone watching you all the time. My number is programmed into your phone. If you feel threatened or in danger you call me anytime, day or night, do you understand?"

"Do you really think he'll come back for me?" I asked. It wasn't like Jared had a crystal ball where he could see what was going to happen in the future, but I was sure out of all the Archaics he knew his brother better than anyone.

"Yes."

I nodded even though I had my doubts. Could he really keep me safe? I wasn't so sure. Mason had gotten to me once, he could get to me again. I left Jared's house with that thought running through my mind.

"Hi, Ava," Anne called out in her usual bubbly voice from the living room when I got home. I walked into the living room and I smiled when I saw her sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Hi," I greeted as I sat down next to her on the couch. She had a marshmallow in one hand and the bag of marshmallows in the other.

"How was your sleepover?" she asked. She had no idea how close I'd come to death. I swallowed my emotion.

I couldn't tell her anything. I had to lie.

"It was fun," I replied, trying to keep my voice light even though I felt so heavy inside.

"I'm glad you had fun."

"I have some stuff I need to do." I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek before standing up and leaving the room.

Inside my room, I looked for anything out of place. I wasn't sure what I was looking for. It wasn't like I was expecting Mason or another to be hiding under my bed or in my closet. Being attacked just outside my house had stripped me of any safety I'd felt before. I didn't think I would ever feel safe again, especially when Jared was convinced he would be back.

For a little while, at least, I wanted to be alone. My bedroom window and curtains were open. After shutting my bedroom door I walked over to my window and closed my curtains. I took my clothes off. I didn't know if I would ever be able to wear them again, since every time I looked at them they reminded me of the attack. Unable to deal with the reminder, I stuffed the clothes into my trashcan.

Once I changed into my pajamas, I sat in the middle of the bed, resting my chin on my knees. I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to be alone and quiet. For a while I sat there feeling numb. Maybe it was delayed shock or something like that setting in. After another hour I thought maybe I would feel better if I ate something.

I popped my head in the living room to ask Anne if she wanted anything to eat but she was fast asleep on the sofa with the TV still on. Pulling a blanket over her, I switched off the TV.

Inside the kitchen I searched through the cupboards, trying to figure out what I wanted to eat but nothing I usually ate held any appeal. My mind drifted back to the last time I'd eaten and I realized I hadn't eaten anything in twenty-four hours. To not have eaten in the last day and not feel hungry wasn't normal, but then anything that had happened recently couldn't be termed as normal either.

Maybe the healing had something to do with it.

I ate some toast and drank some water before I went back upstairs. I climbed onto my bed and tucked my comforter around me and lay my head on my pillow, staring at the wall in front of me. Eventually I fell asleep.

I was walking home. Footsteps echoed behind me. I knew who it was and I knew what was coming. I wanted to run to escape but I couldn't veer off the path I was walking. It was like I was just watching and not able to change what was about to happen.

He grabbed a hold of me and spun me around just as I reached my front door. Mason. This time he wasn't a nameless attacker. This time I knew who he was. Ice cold blue eyes looked at me as he smiled.

Fear gripped me. I knew what was coming and how much pain he was going to inflict. I watched him as he held me by my arms. I felt helpless. Blond sun-streaked hair, blue eyes and pale skin. His smile widened as an indescribable pain tore through me but this time instead of just a whimper I screamed and I didn't stop.

The last thing I remember was looking into his dark eyes, which had gone pitch black.

I woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. I took a couple of deep breaths and managed to calm myself down.