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“But they deserve it!” He pushes away from me,
frustrated. “How could you not want to retaliate? How could
you not want to fight back—”
I stand up slowly, shaking with anger, hoping my legs
won’t collapse beneath me. “You think that because I am
unwanted, because I am neglected and—and discarded—”
My voice inches higher with every word, the unrestrained
emotions suddenly screaming through my lungs. “You think I
don’t have a heart? You think I don’t feel? You think that
because I can inflict pain, that I should? You’re just like
everyone else. You think I’m a monster just like everyone
else. You don’t understand me at all—”
“Juliette—”
“No.”
I don’t want this. I don’t want his life.
I don’t want to be anything for anyone but myself. I want
to make my own choices and I’ve never wanted to be a
monster. My words are slow and steady when I speak. “I
value human life a lot more than you do, Warner.”
He opens his mouth to speak before he stops. Laughs out
loud and shakes his head.
Smiles at me.
“What?” I ask before I can stop myself.
“You just said my name.” He grins even wider. “You’ve
never addressed me directly before. That must mean I’m
making progress with you.”
“I just told you I don’t—”
He cuts me off. “I’m not worried about your moral
dilemmas. You’re just stalling for time because you’re in
denial. Don’t worry,” he says. “You’ll get over it. I can wait a
little longer.”
“I’m not in denial—”
“Of course you are. You don’t know it yet, Juliette, but you
are a very bad girl,” he says, clutching his heart. “Just my
type.”
This conversation is impossible.