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"Distract dad for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Just…I don't know. Make sure he doesn't come outside. Try and keep him in the living room."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find out why the fuck Godric is stood outside our house."

I don't wait for a reply. I hurry out of my room and make my way down the stairs as quietly as possible. I open the front door and pull it to gently so that my dad won't hear it closing. When I'm positive that it's closed and dad hasn't heard, I turn on my heel and make a beeline for Godric, who is watching me storm down the driveway towards him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demand.

"I was in the neighbourhood." He says, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"This isn't funny! What are you doing here?"

"Are you alright?" He asks me, serious now.

"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugs. "I had a bad feeling."

A bad feeling? A bad feeling about what? I'm about to ask him this when a more pressing issue presents itself to me.

"Hang on, how do you know where I live?"

"I asked Aimee."

"Aimee doesn't know my exact address."

"I'm a vampire, Thalia. I can come by information relatively easily."

Something isn't adding up here. "Ok, so let me get this straight. You went out of your way to find my address and then to come find me, all because you had a bad feeling? Couldn't you have just called?"

"I could have. But I wanted to apologise to you, as well, and I didn't want to do that over the phone."

"Apologise for what?" I look over my shoulder at the house. Thankfully, the living room is at the back of the house so there's no danger of my dad glancing out of the window and seeing us.

"For my behaviour at the party. It was unacceptable."

Something still isn't adding up. Surely his apology could have waited until I got back to campus?

"Ok. Apology accepted. Now why are you really here?"

He frowns. "I've told you why I'm here."

"Yeah? Well I don't buy it."

He looks at me blankly. "I don't know what to tell you." He looks confused and I decide that maybe he's telling the truth. It is Godric after all. I can imagine that the thought of me being mad at him for an entire weekend would have played on his mind quite a bit. You know, providing he even cares about whether or not I'm mad at him. Which he probably doesn't but hey, a girl can dream.

"Never mind." I sigh and throw another nervous glance over my shoulder. "You know, I'd invite you in but…well, my dad's home and he kind of, well, hates vampires."

He nods. "I understand."

The front door opens and I whip around, but it's only Ethan. He's looking at Godric curiously.

"Is that your brother?" Godric asks me quietly.

"Yes." I say, turning back around to face him.

"He looks like you."

I smile, but I know that I need to bring the conversation to an end, because Ethan appearing at the doorway can only be him signalling to me that dad will be coming out of the living room soon and therefore may spot Godric and I.

"I'll call you when I'm back."

He nods and leans forward and for a moment, just like the moment back at his house, I think he's going to kiss me. Oh, what a glorious moment it is. But of course, he doesn't. Not the way I want, anyway. He presses his lips lightly to my cheek. I don't know if he can hear my heartbeat but if he can then he'll be able to hear how it increased as he leaned in. How embarrassing.

"Goodnight, Thalia." He murmurs. He steps back, looks over at Ethan and then back at me before taking off into the night.

Ethan and I hurry back to my room in silence. He managed to keep dad preoccupied whilst I was outside with Godric, and I managed to get back inside before dad left the living room, so all is well.

"I thought you said you and him weren't together or anything?" He bursts out as soon as I shut the door behind us.

"We're not!"

"Really? Because that's not what it looked like."

"He doesn't like me like that. We're just friends."

"Are you sure?"

Not really, no. There are moments when I think that maybe he does like me. You know, as more than a friend. But then I remember that he's a vampire and I'm an insignificant human. The idea that he likes me is a laughable one.

"Yes, I'm sure. He's a vampire, Ethan. Why would he like me?"

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Look, even if he did like me, we could never be together."

He opens his mouth, to ask me why, I think, but I cut across him. "Look, can we not talk about it, please? I'd rather not dwell on it. Let's talk about something else."

Ethan looks like he wants to protest but perhaps something in my expression, which is downright miserable, convinces him otherwise. "Ok, fine." He sprawls out on my bed and looks up at me. "What would you like to talk about?"

Grinning, I sit down beside him. "Tell me about Matthew."

He groans. Not irritably, it's a good-natured groan. Like he knows I'm going to start gushing over him, which in all honesty, I probably will. I'm his sister, it's my job.