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space between them. "And I sure as hell didn't do that. Find out who did, though…and what I
did to Ralf won't seem like anything.”
His gallant offer of creepy vengeance didn't exactly reassure Lissa…but it did thrill her a little.
"I don't want you doing anything like that. And I still don't know who did it.”
He leaned back toward her and caught her wrists in his hands. He started to say something, then
stopped and looked down in surprise, running his thumbs over faint, barely there scars. Looking
back up at her, he had a strange—for him— kindness in his face.
"You might not know who did it. But you know something. Something you aren't talking
about.”
She stared at him, a swirl of emotions playing in her chest. "You can't know all my secrets," she
murmured.
He glanced back down at her wrists and then released them, that dry smile of his back on his
face. "No. I guess not.”
A feeling of peace settled over her, a feeling I thought only I could bring. Returning to my own
head and my room, I sat on the floor staring at my math book. Then, for reasons I didn't really
get, I slammed it shut and threw it against the wall.
I spent the rest of the night brooding until the time I was supposed to meet Jesse came around.
Slipping downstairs, I went into the kitchen—a place I could visit so long as I kept things
brief—and caught his eye when I cut through the main visiting area.
Moving past him, I paused and whispered, "There's a lounge on the fourth floor that nobody
uses. Take the stairs on the other side of the bathrooms and meet me there in five minutes. The
lock on the door is broken.”