Page 63 of Twisting You

I wasn’t letting her leave again. Not without me anyway.

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“Xavier, do you know how big this school is?”

My eyes widened as I watched Emily walk through my classroom door. What the hell was she doing here? Had Chloe seen her? Who the hell let her in anyway?

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, don’t hide your happiness to see me.” She crossed her arms and shook her head. “I thought you were out of your snappy mood.”

Closing my eyes, I suppressed my anger. It was true I had been, well, Emily called it snappy, since Chloe left. But she was back now. Though I still felt like I was on withdrawal from her.

“Sorry.” I pushed myself up from my seat. “What’s wrong? Why are you here?” My voice was soft and she seemed pleased by the sudden change.

“It’s Nathan and Charlie. They both are sick. Well, not sick, but I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?” I frowned while watching her face twist with concern for our children.

“They both have fevers, but don’t have a cold. It’s like they have a really bad headache or something. Anyway I got them an appointment at the doctor, but you have the health insurance card.”

Fever. They both had a fever. They couldn’t be…damn.

“Xavier, can I have it? They are in the car and the appointment is in ten minutes.” Emily put her hand out.

“I’ll come.”

“Don’t you have class?” She raised an eyebrow. “It’s only a fever.”

“Our kids are more important.” I peeled my jacket from my chair and ignored her confused expression. “Come on.”

I had to see the kids for myself, see if they were the symptoms of what I thought they were. They didn’t need a doctor. They needed me and I needed serious help.

Closing the classroom door and locking it, I suddenly began to feel the dread. I had hoped this day wouldn’t come. But now all my nightmares were coming true. Emily was about to find out I was a monster, that her sons were monsters.

Clenching my fists, I hoped it was a normal fever. Oh please god, don’t let it be the beginning of a change. I didn’t want my sons to have this future. I had given them the worst gift possible, and that gift wasn’t just becoming a werewolf.

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