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“There is a soldier living in my room.” I’m breathing hard.
“If you want me to be here, you need to get rid of the
cameras.”
Warner’s eyes darken for just an instant. “Where is your
soldier, anyway?”
“I wouldn’t know.” I hope to God I’m not blushing. “You
assigned him to me.”
“Yes.” He looks thoughtful. “I like watching you squirm. He
makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t he?”
I think about Adam’s hands on my body and his lips so
close to mine and the scent of his skin drenched in a
steaming downpour soaking the two of us together and
suddenly my heart is two fists pounding on my ribs
demanding escape. “Yes.” God. “Yes. He makes me very . . .
uncomfortable.”
“Do you know why I chose him?” Warner asks, and I’m run
over by a tractor trailer.
Adam was chosen.
Of course he was. He wasn’t just any soldier sent to my
cell. Warner does nothing without reason. He must know
Adam and I have a history. He is more cruel and calculative
than I gave him credit for.
“No.” Inhale. “I don’t know why.” Exhale. I can’t forget to
breathe.
“He volunteered,” Warner says simply, and I’m
momentarily dumbstruck. “He said he’d gone to school with
you so many years ago. He said you probably wouldn’t
remember him, that he looks a lot different now than he did
back then. He put together a very convincing case.” A beat
of breath. “He said he was thrilled to hear you’d been locked
up.” Warner finally looks at me.
My bones are like cubes of ice clinking together, chilling
me to my core.
“I’m curious,” he continues, tilting his head as he speaks.
“Do you remember him?”