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too."
    She stood, clutching her stuffed animal and letting out a hurtful laugh. "No, you don't! You don't know when to trust your own daughter! Like, when were you going to tell me about Daddy, huh? I know something's wrong with him. He's not himself ... and you know it!"
    With that she flung the bunny at me and ran out of the room, slamming the door and leaving me sitting on her bed in stunned silence.
    I hugged the bunny and glanced around at the room, the room of a very small girl--lilac walls, white furniture, floral quilt--but she wasn't so little anymore. She wanted some independence, to make her own choices, and even to make this room her own by hiding what she called the "childish" wall color with posters.
    My fingers curled around the bunny, digging into the soft fur.
    Here I was spouting off good parenting, and I was still lying to my own kid.
    All this time ... there just never seemed to be a right time to tell her the truth about her dad. And then Thanksgiving had come, Christmas was approaching ... There were so many reasons not to pull her world out from under her. And they were all excuses. In the end, there were no good reasons for delaying the truth.
    And if her father had had an ounce of patience and a fucking spine and hadn't sold his soul to a Revenant in the first place, we wouldn't even be in this situation.
    I wanted to choke him, to squeeze him into a little ball, to scream and cry and let it all out. But he'd taken that away from me, too. One final betrayal to mark the end of our relationship. My throat thickened and I blinked hard, blocking the tears from spilling over, and glanced down. What I saw made me throw the bunny into the air and leap off the bed with a shout.
    My back hit Emma's desk, almost knocking over her chair. The bunny landed on the bed and bounced, falling onto the carpet. What was once a stuffed animal was now a solid, fur-covered ball. Just like I'd imagined.
    A hard shudder ran through me as my brain floundered to make sense of what I'd done. Same as the Abaddon chick I'd turned to ice for kidnapping my child. Hadn't meant to, it just happened. My Charbydon powers went far beyond creating nightmares in the mind of my opponent, to being able to actually manifest those nightmares.
    I hadn't meant to. I lifted my trembling hands and stared down at my palms. What if I'd been holding my kid? My stomach knotted, and a cold sweat broke out on my skin. Dear God.
    I raced from the room, down the steps, and headed outside, aiming for the track that ran around the soccer and baseball fields across the street.
    Run. Just run. Don't think, just run.

7

    Forty-five minutes later, I returned to the house sweaty and spent.
    Muffled voices came from the living room. A quick glance as I passed showed Emma and Rex practicing her lines for the school play. There were four lines, but Rex was determined to make Emma the best Cobweb in A Midsummer Night's Dream that Hope Ridge School for Girls had ever seen. I left them alone, swiped a piece of garlic bread from the baking sheet atop the stove, shoved it in my mouth, jogged up the steps, and then went through the motions of stripping down while devouring the bread.
    As I stepped into the shower, my stomach twisted irritably, wanting more food. From the looks of the kitchen, Rex and Emma had already eaten, but there were probably plenty of leftovers in the oven, since Rex had been making extra lately to accommodate my ravenous appetite.
    I turned up the heat, letting the hot water work its magic on my muscles and stress level, and leaving myself wide open for the guilt to worm its way in. I gave Rex a lot of hell, more than he deserved. It was just hard to pull my emotions out of the equation when everything he did and said was being done by Will's body.
    I scrubbed my face with the washcloth, deciding to hurry because the heat was starting to turn my hungry stomach into a nauseated one.
    I washed and conditioned my hair, rinsing and then quickly

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