by Jamie Ott
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Days might have passed. Lily hadn’t come back as soon as she’d said she would. The pain in her neck was bad, but it was better than last time she woke.
She needed blood; she needed to eat. It was the only way to speed the healing.
Starr tried to communicate telepathically to Shane. But after an hour, when nothing happened, she gave up. Shane had been practicing closing her mind, so it would be harder to call her.
But then, just as she almost passed out, again, from the pain and weakness, someone broke down the door.
The light came on and in walked Shane.
She gasped.
“Lu- Lu,” was all she could get out.
“Don’t speak,” she said. “They’re gone. I think he knew we were onto him. He and Lily took off, together, sometime last night.”
Shane picked her up, carefully, and carried her back to the house. She set her down on the bed in her room. The kids crowded outside her door.
Then she passed out again.