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I look down and can’t understand why there’s no blood on
my dress, why this pain in my heart feels so real.
“You killed him,” I manage to whisper. “You just killed him
—”
“You’re very astute.”
“Why did you kill him why would you kill him how could
you do something like that—”
“Keep your eyes open, Juliette. Now’s not the time to fall
asleep.”
I grab his shirt. I stop him before he gets inside. A gust of
wind slaps me across the face and I’m suddenly in control of
my senses. I push him hard, slamming his back up against
the door. “You disgust me.” I stare hard into his crystal-cold
eyes. “You disgust me—”
He twists me around, pinning me against the door where I
just held him. He cups my face in his gloved hands, holding
my eyes in place. The same hands he just used to kill a
man.
I’m trapped.
Transfixed.
Slightly terrified.
His thumb brushes my cheek.
“Life is a bleak place,” he whispers. “Sometimes you have
to learn how to shoot first.”
Warner follows me into my room.
“You should probably sleep,” he says to me. It’s the first
time he’s spoken since we left the rooftop. “I’ll have food
sent up to your room, but other than that I’ll make sure
you’re not disturbed.”
“Where is Adam? Is he safe? Is he healthy? Are you going
to hurt him?”
Warner flinches before finding his composure. “Why do you
care?”
I’ve cared about Adam Kent since I was in third grade.
“Isn’t he supposed to be watching me? Because he’s not
here. Does that mean you’re going to kill him, too?” I’m