He looked as if I stabbed him.
'I'd never hurt you, Charlotte. You don't know what you mean to me.'
I wanted to believe it so much it ached. 'I don't even know who you are.'
'Aiden.'
'What?' I asked.
He fell, defeated, back against the closed door. 'My name,' he said, rubbing his forehead. 'My name is Aiden. Nobody knows that, not even my pack.'
'Did you kill him?'
'No,' he said.
'Then why'd you take his name? I don't understand.'
Liam's face twisted into a mass of stress lines, making him appear a lot older than his 'claimed' age. 'Because I know who did do it,' he said with a tight groan.
He did know the killer. My first assumption at the library had been right. My mind spun with 'what's' and 'why's'. I couldn't think.
'I looked the same age as the boy. We both had ashy blond hair and green eyes. The way he was torn up, I could easily pull off any facial differences as the result of healing. Forensics was different back then. If I was the only living witness, I could manipulate the case away from....'
My jaw dropped.
'You were protecting the killer!'
'Shh. Please, Charlotte,' he whispered. He glanced over his shoulder at the door and then ran both of his hands through his hair, turning back to me. 'You don't understand. It's not what you think.'
'Not what I think?' I asked. 'Were you or were you not protecting the killer?'
Liam winced, and then groaned. 'In a way, yes, I was.'
I couldn't believe this. 'This isn't helping me trust you, Liam. Aiden. Whoever you are.'
'Just call me Liam, everyone else does.'
I wanted to scream.
'Liam,' I said through my teeth, trying to stay calm. 'Please tell me. Why would you protect a brutal killer? I saw the pictures of the victims. They were horrible. How could you? You...you're almost just as bad as him. You're an accomplice!' I couldn't look at him.
'Charlotte, please...'
He moved towards me again and when he let his fingers fall on the back of my shoulder, I felt my own skin ripple.
Nerves, it had to be nerves.
Liam inhaled slowly and when I dared look up at him, I saw the points of his canine teeth, slipping past his lips. His chest rumbled, and I thought I might pass out.
'I told you,' he said in a low, hoarse voice. 'It's not what you think. I didn't have a choice. More people would have gotten hurt. He'd have gone after the cops, their families. They would have kept hunting him, and they wouldn't have been able to stop him. This way, I was able to get the humans off the case, deal with him myself, and send him away.'
I tried to take it all in. It made sense, but I couldn't think. That voice and the way he looked at me; I didn't know if he wanted to kiss me or eat me. A low rumble reverberated from his chest and he pressed his nose into my hair. A whimper escaped my lips. 'Liam,' I said. 'What are you doing?'
'Mmm,' he said, his voice rumbling. 'I'm sorry. You just smell so good. I miss you.'
I recoiled as much as I could, being trapped between him and the box. 'Are you going to eat me?' I asked.
The corner of Liam's mouth turned up, his teeth longer than before. I shuttered.
'No,' Liam said, shaking his head with a chuckle. 'You're so cute, Charlotte. I'd never hurt you.' His hand cupped my chin. 'You smell like a female wolf. That's what's been throwing me since I first met you. It drives me crazy.'
'What?'
I couldn't believe what he just said. My mind spun to all the times Liam had done his little ritual of inhaling the air around me, Byron's comment in the cafeteria too. But it couldn't be true. Despite the evidence in that album, there was no way I was a werewolf. I couldn't be.
'I think you do know what,' Liam said. 'You saw the album. Between us...' He leaned closer. 'I know you've felt it.' His fingers tangled in my hair. 'The wolf is in you somewhere. I've seen pieces of her from time to time. She's beautiful.'
My chest swelled. As crazy as it sounded, nobody had ever said anything to me like that. Why did it feel like he was talking about my soul?
I stepped back, shaking my head. 'No, no, it's not true,' I said, trying to clear my thoughts. 'You're...you're just messing with me. I don't believe you. I don't trust you. I barely know who you are. You have so many secrets.' My words came fast, my chest tight. 'If you love me, why did you break into my room?'
'What?'
'Don't play coy with me, Liam. I know you did it. There were claw marks all over the window sill.'
A low rumble shook from his chest. 'What are you talking about, Charlotte? Tell me you're joking.'
He grabbed my shoulders and I jumped, as he began patting me down.
'Liam, what are you doing?'
His gaze trailed up and down my body as if looking for something, then pressed his nose into my hair. Moving around me, he sniffed up my back and around to the front of my shirt.
'Liam, stop. You're scaring me,' I said, pushing him back.
He stopped and placed both hands on my shoulders. 'Are you okay?' he asked. 'Tell me you're okay.'
'I'm okay,' I said. 'What's going on?'
Liam sighed, dropping his hold. 'Oh, thank God,' he said. 'Have you seen anyone following you lately? Have you run into anyone new? Talked to any strangers?'
I wondered if I looked as guilty as I felt.
'Charlotte?' Liam asked. His face alone gave me my answer.
'At your house, when Ty and I snuck in. There was a guy about our age. Auburn hair. I thought he was one of your pack mates. I didn't know he wasn't until after he stopped me with the album.'
'Aaron,' Liam said with a snarl.
He slammed his hands up against the wall. Several chunks of plaster toppled down around me. 'Does he know you are with me? Does he know what you are?'
Swallowing hard, I nodded my head. 'It was an accident. Ty slipped and told him we were dating. He set us up. She thought that would explain to him why we were there in the house.'
I could see Liam's skin quiver under his t-shirt as his lip rose over his sharp canines. 'Does he know what you are?'
'I don't know what you mean.'
'Charlotte, this isn't funny.'
'I think he believes what you believe,' I said, my voice barely passing my lips. 'He was sniffing me and giving me funny looks.'
A low growl came from his chest and he began to pace the small square confines of the closet. 'Get Ty and go to her house.'
'But I have school.'
'Just do it. Get her now and go. Don't stop for anything. Just go and stay there until I come back. I'd say to lock and barricade the door, but that won't be much help. Hopefully if you leave now, he won't suspect you'll be there since he probably thinks you're at school. In the meantime, I'll try to find him.'
I wrapped my arms around me. I could feel myself shaking. 'Is he the one who killed those people?' I asked. 'Who is he?'
Liam looked at me with a hard, hollow expression. 'Yes. His name is Aaron. He's my twin brother.'
'I thought he was dead?'
'He is dead to me. Now, go.'
