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He walks up to me until there’s less than a foot of space
between us. His height and build make me feel like a fallen
twig. “Are you ready?” he asks, arrogant and foolish.
I contemplate breaking his neck.
“If I do this you’ll get rid of all the cameras in my room. All
the bugs. Everything.”
He steps closer. Dips his head. He’s staring at my lips,
studying me in an entirely new way. “My promises aren’t
worth much, love,” he whispers. “Or have you forgotten?” 3
inches forward. His hand on my waist. His breath sweet and
warm on my neck. “I’m an exceptional liar.”
Realization slams into me like 200 pounds of common
sense. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be making deals
with him. I shouldn’t be contemplating torture dear God I
have lost my mind. My fists are balled at my sides and I’m
shaking everywhere. I can hardly find the strength to speak.
“You can go to hell.”
I’m limp.
I trip backward against the wall and slump into a heap of
uselessness; desperation. I think of Adam and my heart
deflates.
I can’t be here anymore.
I fly to the double doors facing the room and yank them
open before Warner can stop me. But Adam stops me
instead. He’s standing just outside. Waiting. Guarding me
wherever I go.
I wonder if he heard everything and my eyes fall to the
floor, the color flushed from my face, my heart in pieces in
my hand. Of course he heard everything. Of course he now
knows I’m a murderer. A monster. A worthless soul stuffed
into a poisonous body.
Warner did this on purpose.
And I’m standing between them. Warner with no shirt on.
Adam looking at his gun.
“Soldier.” Warner speaks. “Take her back up to her room
and disable all the cameras. She can have lunch alone if she