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Chapter Twenty-Six
Adam finds me curled into a ball on the shower floor.
I’ve been crying for so long I’m certain the hot water is
made of nothing but my tears. My clothes are stuck to my
skin, wet and useless. I want to wash them away. I want to
drown in ignorance. I want to be stupid, dumb, mute,
completely devoid of a brain. I want to cut off my own limbs.
I want to be rid of this skin that can kill and these hands
that destroy and this body I don’t even know how to
understand.
Everything is falling apart.
“Juliette . . .” He presses his hand against the glass. I can
hardly hear him.
When I don’t respond he opens the shower door. He’s
pelted with rebel raindrops and kicks his boots off before
falling to his knees on the tile floor. He reaches in to touch
my arms and the feeling only makes me more desperate to
die. He sighs and pulls me up, just enough to lift my head.
His hands trap my face and his eyes search me, search
through me until I look away.
“I know what happened,” he says softly.
My throat is a reptile, covered in scales. “Someone should
just kill me,” I croak, cracking with every word.
Adam’s arms wrap around me until he’s tugged me up and
I’m wobbling on my legs and we’re both standing upright.
He steps into the shower and slides the door shut behind
him.
I gasp.
He holds me up against the wall and I see nothing but his
white T-shirt soaked through, nothing but the water dancing