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on.  Let’s get—”
    “I think I’ll keep my stuff in this room,” I announced.
    Bo frowned, but didn’t argue.
    “Alright.  I’ll take…one of the others.”
    “I’ve always wondered,” I began, crossing the room to take my bag from Bo’s shoulder, “where you’ve been keeping your clothes.”
    “I finally got some of my stuff from Mo—from my old place.  Lucius let me keep a few things at his cabin.”
    I sat my bag on the bed and went back to wrap my arms around Bo’s neck, feeling a burst of empathy for how displaced he must feel.
    “Well, since Sebastian won’t be needing this place anymore, you can take it over.”
    Bo’s lips stretched into a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
    “We’ll see,” he said, placing a quick kiss on my lips and taking my hand.  “Come on.  Let’s go do something fun.”
    “I don’t want to rain on your parade, but it’s been kind of the day from hell.  Would you mind if we just stayed here and relaxed for a while?”
    Bo tilted his head as he considered me, a lopsided grin bringing out the dimple in his left cheek.
    “Of course not,” he said, raising my hand to his lips.  “Anything for you.  You know that.”
    With that, Bo led me from the back bedroom.  For our period of relaxation, we settled on watching a comedy on Sebastian’s huge television.  We sat on the couch—Bo’s arm draped around my shoulder, my head on his chest—just like any other teenage couple in the world might.  Only we were anything but normal.  We were vampires and we had a job to do.  Somehow, in the coming days, we had to find a way to kill an angel.  And that was no simple task.
    Despite our terrible circumstance, we were able to laugh at the outrageous comedy in the movie.  It felt good to share something so mundane, something so normal with Bo.  Most of the time it felt as though our relationship had seen nothing but struggle and strife, and it appeared that the immediate future would be no different.  It was during that peaceful time that I decided we had better take our fun, take our “normal” wherever we could get it.
    When the credits of the second movie rolled up over the screen, I saw that the sky was lightening to a bright royal blue in preparation for the appearance of the sun.
    “What time does your mom leave for work?”
    “Usually about 7:30.  Why?”
    “Well, I’m thinking maybe we ought to go get your car and you can call her in a while and tell her about housesitting.”
    “Okay.”
    “On the way, we can swing by and see Lucius, pick up my stuff.”
    “Sounds like a plan.”
    “Alright, let’s go.”  With that, Bo got up, pulled me to my feet and we took off like two blurs through the pre-dawn streets of Harker.
    We made our trip to the forest a game.  This time, however, rather than a contest to see who was fastest, Bo showed me a little more about my new body through tests of strength and agility.
    As we made our way through town, Bo took me jumping from rooftop to rooftop, leaping over cars and vans, darting past a group of drunks outside a club and, finally, barreling through trees in the forest.
    When we were almost half way to Lucius’s cabin, Bo slowed down.
    “There’s something else I want to show you, something about your strength,” he said, coming to a stop about a foot from me.  “Hit me.”
    “What?  I will not.”
    “Seriously.  Hit me.”
    “Why?  What if I—”
    “Don’t think, Ridley.  Just hit me.”
    I balled up my fist and punched at Bo’s arm.  He didn’t even flinch, didn’t budge.
    “See how that feels?”
    I shrugged.  “It feels just like it always has, not that I’ve punched many people.”
    “That’s because your strength is the one thing you have to be purposeful about.  Jumping high, running fast, hearing better, seeing better—those all come a little more effortlessly, but with strength, you have to focus.”
    I nodded, not really understanding a word he was