And it did hurt. Watching the Honda’s taillights disappear into the night and not knowing where Kyle and I stood hurt every bit as badly as the wound in my shoulder.
There was nothing I could do but pick up my knapsack and head inside.
I reached the second-floor landing and tried—unsuccessfully—not to glance toward Ben’s old apartment. A few flattened cardboard boxes were leaning against the wall next to his door. It looked like someone had already moved in.
Like Ben had never existed.
If only.
I could hear the faint sounds of a television coming from our apartment when I reached the third floor. I thought about using my key, but I didn’t want to walk in as though nothing had happened. I’d run out on Tess when she needed me and left her worrying for weeks. No matter what my reasons, she had every right to be furious with me. Even hate me.
Trying to ignore the way my hand shook, I reached up and knocked on the door.
The TV went silent. The couch springs groaned and the floorboards creaked. There was a long pause and I pictured Tess on the other side of the door, staring through the peephole.
I started counting down the seconds to ease my nerves, tapping them out against my leg as I waited.
One. Two. Three. Three and a half. Four. Five.
The door was flung open.
Tess stared at me. Her hair was the same wild rainbow of pinks and purples it had been when I left, and she was wearing the tatty terrycloth robe that she’d had for as long as I had known her.
I never thought I’d be so glad to see that ugly bathrobe.
“Tess?”
She shook her head, and I had no idea what to say or do. I hadn’t even called to tell her I was coming home. Given everything that had happened, I didn’t want to get her hopes up until I actually reached Hemlock in one piece.
The longer she went without speaking, the worse I felt, until I wondered if coming back had been a mistake, if maybe, somehow, she didn’t want me here anymore.
“Tess, please say something.”
She opened her mouth, and I steeled myself for yelling and cursing. Possibly some shaking.
Instead, she pulled me into a hug, squeezing me so tightly that pain blossomed across my shoulder. But I didn’t let go. I didn’t let go or ask her to ease up.
“Thank God,” she said, voice thick. I realized she was crying. “Thank God. Don’t EVER do that to me again.”
And suddenly I was crying, too. Crying and burying my face in the shoulder of her robe. I’d seen so many horrible things over the past few weeks, but I’d survived. I’d survived and I was home.
For three years, I had hated my father for leaving me, but when he gave me up, he’d given me Tess and my friends.
He had left me in a place where I found people worth caring about. People worth fighting for.
Hank was certain there would be a nationwide backlash against wolves. When it came—if it came—I would be ready.
I would fight for my friends. All of my friends.
They were my family. My home. Maybe I couldn’t hold on to them as tightly as I wanted, and maybe I had to let them go when they were ready to leave, but I wouldn’t let anyone try to take them from me.
No matter what happened, I would stand by the people I cared about.
Acknowledgments
SO MANY PEOPLE DESERVE THANKS, BUT ESPECIALLY:
My agent, Emmanuelle Morgen. Without her, Mac and her story would have ended up in a drawer years ago. I can’t imagine taking this journey with anyone else and am so grateful to have her in my corner.
Claudia Gabel and Melissa Miller, my amazing editors, whose patience, guidance, and support made book two possible and who didn’t run for the hills when I said things like “werewolf rave” or “zip lines” or “check out this lobotomy documentary.”
Katherine Tegen for her continued support and for giving the Hemlock series a home with such an incredible imprint.
Thanks, also, to Editor-in-Chief Kate Jackson and Publisher Susan Katz.
Barbara Fitzsimmons, Amy Ryan, and Tom Forget for making Thornhill look every bit as gorgeous as Hemlock. Lauren Flower in marketing and the publicity team. Katie Bignell (who should have been thanked in the acknowledgments for book one—so sorry!) and Alexandra Arnold.
And a huge thanks to everyone else at KTB and HCCB who had a hand in getting Thornhill into the world and in the hands of readers.
Special thanks, also, to Shannon Parsons, Vikki Vansickle, and the HCC team. And to Whitney Lee for working so hard to get Hemlock published in other countries.
Thanks to Kimberly Derting, Sarah Beth Durst, Sophie Jordan, and Sophie Littlefield for reading the first book and saying such nice things about it.
I often think that I’ve never been more fortunate than I have been in my friends. Thanks to all of you, but especially: Debra Driza, Jodi Meadows, and Kate Hart for reading chapters and snippets of Thornhill and for keeping me from panic attacks once Hemlock hit the shelves; Nancy and Chris for supportive late-night phone calls and patiently listening as I tried to work out plot points; Teresa for not kicking me out of her bookstore when I needed to get away from my desk; Peter and Krista for making sure I periodically came out of hiding; and Rob for helping me celebrate my release day in style even though he was halfway across the country.
As always, nothing would be possible without the love and support of my family. Eternal thanks to my parents, whose support, guidance, and love of books set me on the road to writing. And thanks to Sarah, Justin, and Krystle for being far better people than I’ll ever be.
Finally, thanks so much to everyone who read book one—especially to all of the wonderful bloggers who reviewed it, posted about it, or even just mentioned it on Twitter. You guys make all of the late nights worthwhile.
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About the Author
KATHLEEN PEACOCK spent most of her teen years writing short stories. She put her writing dreams on hold while attending college but rediscovered them when office life started leaving her with an allergy to cubicles. Thornhill is the sequel to her first novel, Hemlock. You can visit her online at www.kathleenpeacock.com.
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