4. Defenseless
Dylan and I walked to Carols. He was stiff, and walked like he was in the military. I tried to push in front of his and skip the rest of the distance to the house, but he walk almost making himself block me. I sighed and paced myself to match him. When we got to the house, Dylan rang the bell, once.
“You see, she’s not here, let’s just go back. I’ll cook dinner.” He a dit while turning from the door. He’d only waited for a hundredth of a second.
“Relax Dill, they need some time to get to the door, they’re not Bella and Edward.” I said. I half chuckled to myself,...
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