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    Even though Damen can sense the exact moment my aunt Sabine turns onto our street and approaches the drive, that’s not why he left.
    He left because of me.
    Because of the simple fact that he’s been after me for hundreds of years, seeking me out in all of my incarnations, just so we could be together.
    Only we never got
together.
    Which means
it
never happened.
    Apparently every time we were about to take the next step and consummate our love, his ex-wife Drina managed to show up and kill me.
    But now that I’ve killed her, eliminated her with one well-placed though admittedly feeble swipe to her rather compromised heart chakra, there’s absolutely nothing or no one blocking our way.
    Except me.
    Because even though I love Damen with all of my being, and definitely want to take the next step—I can’t stop thinking about those last six hundred years.
    And how he chose to live them. (Outlandishly, according to him.)
    And
whom
he chose to live them with. (Besides his ex-wife Drina, many others have been alluded to.)
    And, well, as much as I hate to admit it, knowing all of that makes me feel a little insecure.
    Okay, maybe
a lot
insecure. I mean, it’s not like my pathetically meager list of guys I’ve kissed could ever compare to his six centuries’ worth of conquests.
    And even though I know it’s ridiculous, even though I know Damen has loved me for centuries, the fact is, the heart and mind aren’t always friendly.
    And in my case, they’re barely speaking.
    Yet still, every time Damen comes over for my lesson, I always manage to turn it into a prolonged make-out session, each time starting out thinking:
This is it! It’s really going to happen this time!
    Only to push him away like the worst kind of tease.
    And the truth is, it’s exactly like he said. He can’t change his past,
it just is.
Once something is done it can’t be undone. There’s no rewind. No going back.
    The only thing a person can ever really do is keep moving forward.
    And that’s exactly what I need to do.
    Take that big leap forward without hesitation, without once looking back.
    Simply forget the past and forge toward the future.
    I just wish it were really that easy.
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    â€œEver?” Sabine makes her way up the stairs as I run frantically around my room, trying to straighten it up before plopping in front of my desk and scrambling to look like I’m busy. “You still up?” she asks, poking her head inside. And even though her suit is wrinkled,her hair limp, and her eyes a little red and tired, her aura’s hanging in there, beaming a nice shade of green.
    â€œI was just finishing up some homework,” I say, pushing my laptop away as though I’d been using it.
    â€œDid you eat?” She leans against the doorjamb, her eyes narrowed and suspicious, as her aura reaches right toward me—the portable lie detector she unknowingly carries wherever she goes.
    â€œOf course,” I tell her. Nodding and smiling and doing my best to appear sincere, but the truth is, it feels false on my face.
    I hate having to lie. Especially to her. After all that she’s done for me, taking me in after the accident when my whole family died. I mean, it’s not like she had to do that. Just because she’s my only living relative didn’t mean she couldn’t say no. And believe me, half the time she probably wishes she had. Her life was way less complicated before I arrived.
    â€œI meant something besides that red drink.” She nods, motioning toward the bottle on my desk, the opalescent red liquid with the strange bitter taste I don’t hate nearly as much as I used to. Which is good since, according to Damen, I’ll be sipping it for the rest of eternity. Though it’s not like I
can’t
eat real food, it’s just that I no longer want to. My immortal juice provides all of the nutrients I