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Diamond Wolf
Copyright © 2008, Kate Haeske
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D
IAMOND
W
OLF
by Kat Haeske
D
EDICATION
This book is for Susan, always there, always patient. For commas, grammar and my evil
moments of perfectionism. Thank you
D
IAMOND
W
OLF
“Do you regret it?”
I hate the night. When everything is quiet and so goddamn silent I can hear the cars
on the other side of town.
I hate it because it makes me think. Because I don’t sleep very well. Because I
dream.
And because I always hear my cousin Crystal´s question. Crystal, the one with the
psychology degree, who literally grabbed me and locked me in her secret spirit-world
room for eighteen hours after I got away from those fucking bloodsuckers. She drew
every dirty piece of information on what had been done to me out of my brain.
She pestered me into screaming and crying, coaxed me into telling her everything,
and then held me and rocked me and consoled me, as if I was a baby.
Yeah, that witch, who talked me out of killing myself in some seriously stupid blaze-
of-glory attack on the vampires.
She’s the only one who knows, who saw the truth below the wounds. The burns, the
cuts, the lashes. Who saw the bite marks.
The one who knows how I lost my virginity—arse-wise.
She told me to write it down and burn it in some ritual-cleansing thing. She has
bugged me about it for two years now, but still I carry it with me, inside my head, and
turn it over and over again, every night, instead of sleeping, until I’m too exhausted to
stand anymore and fall unconscious.
The reason?
One question.
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