It felt like forever before I managed to calm down. Even when I stopped crying he held me and continued to rock me back and forth. The soothing motion made me feel safely cocooned in his arms and I didn't want to move. I was tired. I could feel my heavy eyelids begin to close.

There was a gentle knock at the door when I'd just closed my eyes.

"Come in," he whispered while he held me close.

"I just wanted to see how she's doing," I heard Catherine say from the doorway.

"I think she's sleeping," he said, then he shifted slightly. I could feel his gaze on my face. I listened, but kept my eyes closed.

"Sleep is good for her. It'll help with the healing process. You need to get some sleep as well. Healing her has drained you." I could hear the concern in her voice. She was worried about him.

"I can't leave her," he spoke softly and held me tighter.

"It wasn't your fault," his mother consoled him. Jared remained quiet while he continued to rock me.

"Try and get some sleep." Then I heard the door close. After a few minutes, I drifted off to sleep.

It was dark when I resurfaced again. I had a headache. I moved my body slightly—most of the pain was gone, and all I felt now was a dull ache. I felt an arm tighten around my waist. I could feel the rise and fall caused by Jared's breathing as I lay with my head on his chest.

Someone had dressed me in a T-shirt and sweatpants. I was lying with half of my body draped over him and my leg tangled with his, my other arm protectively tucked around his waist. I slowly lifted my head and looked at his sleeping face. He was gorgeous. I wanted to trace the outlines of his face, but I didn't want him to wake up.

I remembered bits and pieces of what had happened. I remembered the attack and Jared holding me while I cried. The way he'd acted—it was like he actually cared about me. I didn't want to think that maybe it was the guilt of what had happened to me that made him feel responsible, and that was why he had taken care of me.

I lay my head back down on his chest. I breathed him in, realizing I had it bad for this complicated boy.

******

The next time I opened my eyes, I was alone. For a moment I thought it had all been a dream. Then I realized I was in Jared's room. It was early morning because I could see the sunrise through a gap in the curtains. Sitting up, I noticed the pain was completely gone. I didn't know how I had gone from such unspeakable agony to nothing overnight. I vaguely remembered Jared putting his hands on me, and the warmth before the pain had eased. I remembered Jared's conversation with Catherine and something about him healing me. He'd healed me. He'd saved my life. If it hadn't been for him, I was pretty sure I wouldn't have recovered. The thought that I could have died brought my thoughts back to the attack. My attacker looked just like Jared except for his coloring, but how was that possible? Jared had never mentioned a sibling. Obviously Jared hadn't told me everything.

Slowly I shifted out of the bed and stood up. I walked into his ensuite bathroom and went to look at myself in the mirror. My breath caught in my lungs as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Although I felt fine, I looked awful. I thought Jared looked terrible last night, but I looked worse. There were dark rings under my eyes. No amount of makeup could cover up those.

Hearing a noise behind me I looked into the mirror to see Jared standing behind me. He still wore the clothes he'd worn yesterday. Our eyes met.

"I didn't mean for you to wake up alone," he said. Gone was the self-assured, egotistical boy, and in his place stood a quiet and unsure one. I was momentarily taken aback.

"It's okay," I assured him, turning around to face him. He stepped forward and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"It's not okay." His eyes searched mine.

I felt there was more behind those words than just the fact he hadn't been there when I had woken up.

"You hungry?" he asked. I shook my head.

"Are you in any pain?" I shook my head again.

"You still need to take it easy," he instructed as he took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. I got back into his bed and settled with my back against the headboard. He pulled the covers up to my chest and sat down on the bed, directly across from me.

"I know you have lots of questions, but I need to ask some important ones first." I nodded my head.

"I need you to tell me what happened. Every detail," he insisted. His expression serious.

"It started at school in the morning—"

"At school?" he asked with a frown. He ran his hand through his hair.

"Yes."

"What happened at school?" he demanded with a fierce look in his eyes.

"It was nothing, really. I was just walking to my locker and someone bumped into me. It was a guy with a maroon hoodie. I couldn't see his face. Honestly I never thought much of it."

I couldn't look at him when I continued with the next part of my story, so I kept my eyes fixed on the edge of the blanket I was fiddling with. "I got off the bus as usual. It was only when I started walking toward my house that I realized someone was following me. I turned and saw the boy in the maroon hoodie. I started to walk faster because there was just something about him that made me nervous." I paused as my eyes moved to see his fists tighten. He was struggling to keep his anger under control.

"I walked faster, but he caught up with me. I just made it to my house when he grabbed me. He turned me around and I saw his face."

Jared held his breath. "His face looked exactly like yours. The only difference was that his hair was blond, his eyes were blue and he was pale."

He stood up and backed away from me. I'd never seen him so angry, like he was about to lose it. I felt the power starting to build up the air around him. The hairs on my arms stood up as I watched him. This was nothing like what I'd seen in the clearing that night.

My first instinct was to calm him down. Any normal person would have climbed under the bed and stayed there, but I jumped out of bed and walked toward him. He closed his eyes and I could see the struggle in his features. His chest rose and fell.

"Jared," I whispered. He opened his eyes and the usual green there had turned silver. The sight took me back to my attack. My attacker's eyes had done the same. I could feel electrical energy swirl around him. I was about to touch his hand when he pulled away and hissed, "Don't touch me."

I flinched and backed away from him. That seemed to be enough to snap him out of his rage. After a couple of minutes he regained control and he closed his eyes. The electricity that had been swirling around him had vanished. Everything was calm.

"Ava," he said quietly as he stepped toward me. This time when he opened his eyes they were their usual green color. I backed away from him feeing hurt. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you."

He took another step toward me. I took another step back, still feeling hurt.

"If you touch me when I'm harnessing energy it will channel into you through the physical connection. That much energy in a human would be deadly; it could kill you. That's what I suspect happened to you, though he didn't use enough energy," he explained, sounding a little puzzled at the last sentence.

Did that mean he hadn't meant to kill me? Then what exactly had been his motive? Had it been to just inflict pain? Because if that had been his motive, he had succeeded. It had been the most painful experience of my short life.

He took another step forward. He was standing directly in front of me. Gently, he touched my hand, and I didn't pull away from him.

"There's a lot I'm sorry about," he whispered as he stared at our touching hands. I just stood there, unable to think with him touching my hand so gently.

"You need to finish telling me what happened and then I will be able to explain everything to you." He led me to the bed and we both sat down.

I cleared my throat and started where I had left off. "Like I said before, he looked just like you, but blond, blue-eyed and paler. I remembered the strangers in the clearing that night and how you had explained to me the physical attributes of a Hue. Then I realized what he was. I knew I couldn't fight him. He just smiled, and then all I felt was an unbearable pain. That's all I can remember." I shuddered when I remembered the pain. "I must have blacked out because I don't remember anything after that."

There—I'd told him all the details about my attack and it was his turn to explain why my attacker looked like his twin.