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are to his efforts and how excited he is to have you here.
Everyone is beginning to notice. Warner is ruthless—he has
no mercy for anyone. He loves the power, the thrill of
destroying people. But he’s starting to crack, Juliette. He’s
so desperate to have you . . . join him. And for all his
threats, he doesn’t want to force you. He wants you to want
it. To choose him, in a way.” He looked down, took a tight
breath. “He’s losing his edge. And whenever I see his face
I’m always about two inches away from doing something
stupid. I’d love to break his jaw.”
Yes. Warner is losing his edge.
He’s paranoid, though with good reason. But then he’s
patient and impatient with me. Excited and nervous all the
time. He’s a walking oxymoron.
He disables my cameras, but some nights he orders Adam
to sleep outside my door to make sure I don’t escape. He
says I can eat lunch alone, but always ends up summoning
me to his side. The few hours Adam and I would’ve had
together are stolen from us, but the fewer nights Adam is
allowed to sleep inside my room I manage to spend huddled
in his arms.
We both sleep on the floor now, wrapped up in each other
for warmth even with the blanket covering our bodies. Every
time he touches me it’s like a burst of fire and electricity
that ignites my bones in the most amazing way. It’s the kind
of feeling I wish I could hold in my hand.
Adam tells me about new developments, whispers he’s
heard around the other soldiers. He tells me how there are
multiple headquarters across what’s left of the country. How
Warner’s dad is at the capital, how he’s left his son in
charge of this entire sector. He says Warner hates his father
but loves the power. The destruction. The devastation. He
strokes my hair and tells me stories and tucks me close like
he’s afraid I’ll disappear. He paints pictures of people and
places until I fall asleep, until I’m drowning in a drug of
dreams to escape a world with no refuge, no relief, no