His bedroom light was still on. Willing himself to smoke, he crept up the side of the house and looked in the window. Del was asleep on his bed, lying crossways. He watched her, with the moonlight washing over her face. God, she was beautiful. What the hell did you do, Tuck? He understood what he’d done, because he could feel it in the way he breathed her in and knew he would do anything for her. He’d crossed the line with her, with himself. Which is why he’d Become, without easing her in or warning her. He’d done what he could to push her away. He drifted down and morphed to man. It was four in the morning. He was not going to let her go with him, and he knew she would fight him on it. Blue lights played on the stairs as he walked inside the house. Greer had fallen asleep on the couch again. Tucker looked for his boots near the front door, where they all piled their shoes. “Where are you going?” Greer wasn’t asleep after all. Tucker told him about the phone call. Greer launched off the sofa.
