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My eyes dart between Warner and Adam. I don’t have time
to entertain Warner’s charades any longer. I make a hasty
decision. “Do it. I’ll be right behind you.”
Warner looks crazed, confused. “What are you doing?”
I ignore him.
“Wait—”
I ignore him.
“Juliette.”
I ignore him.
“Juliette!” His voice is tighter, higher, laced with anger and
terror and denial and betrayal. Realization is a new piece in
his puzzled mind. “He can touch you?”
Adam is wrapping his fist in the bedsheet.
“Goddamn it, Juliette, answer me!” Warner is writhing on
the floor, unhinged in a way I never thought possible. He
looks wild, his eyes disbelieving, horrified. “Has he touched
you?”
I can’t understand why the walls are suddenly on the
ceiling. Everything is stumbling sideways.
“Juliette—”
Adam breaks through the glass with one swift crack, one
solid punch, and instantly the entire room is ringing with the
sound of hysteria like no alarm I’ve heard before. The room
is rumbling under my feet, footsteps are thundering down
the halls, and I know we’re about one minute from being
discovered.
Adam throws the cord through the window and slings his
pack over his back. “Throw me your bag!” he shouts and I
can barely hear him. I toss my duffel and he catches it right
before slipping through the window. I run to join him.
Warner tries to grab my leg.
His failed attempt nearly trips me but I manage to stumble
my way to the window without losing much time. I glance
back at the door and feel my heart racing through my
bones. The sound of soldiers running and yelling is getting
louder, closer, clearer by the second.