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wonder how he’s even able to navigate. The moon is the
only lamp to light our way.
It’s eerily quiet.
For a moment I allow my thoughts to drift back to Warner,
wondering what must be going on right now, wondering how
many people must be searching for me, wondering what
lengths he’ll go to until he has me back. He wants Adam
dead. He wants me alive. He won’t stop until I’m trapped
beside him.
He can never never never know that I can touch him.
I can only imagine what he’d do if he had access to my
body.
I breathe in one quick, sharp, shaky breath and
contemplate telling Adam what happened. No. No. No. No. I
squeeze my eyes shut and consider I may have misjudged
the situation. It was chaotic. My brain was distracted. Maybe
I imagined it. Yes.
Maybe I imagined it.
It’s strange enough that Adam can touch me. The
likelihood of there being 2 people in this world who are
immune to my touch doesn’t seem possible. In fact, the
more I think about it, the more I’m determined I must have
made a mistake. It could’ve been anything brushing my leg.
Maybe a piece of the sheet Adam abandoned after using it
to punch through the window. Maybe a pillow that’d fallen
from the bed. Maybe Warner’s gloves lying, discarded, on
the floor. Yes.
There’s no way he could’ve touched me, because if he
had, he would’ve cried out in agony.
Just like everyone else.
Adam’s hand slips silently into mine and I grip his fingers
in both my hands, suddenly desperate to reassure myself
that he has immunity from me. I’m suddenly desperate to
drink in every drop of his being, desperate to savor every
moment I’ve never known before. I suddenly worry that