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Chapter Thirty-Nine
There’s blood everywhere.
Adam is on the ground, clutching his body, but I don’t
know where he’s been shot. There are soldiers swarming
around him and I’m clawing at the arms holding me back,
kicking the air, crying out into the emptiness. Someone is
dragging me away and I can’t see what they’ve done to
Adam. Pain is seizing my limbs, cramping my joints,
breaking every single bone in my body. I want to shriek
through the sky, I want to fall to my knees and sob into the
earth. I don’t understand why the agony isn’t finding escape
in my screams. Why my mouth is covered with someone
else’s hand.
“If I let go, you have to promise not to scream,” he says to
me.
He’s touching my face with his bare hands and I don’t
know where I dropped my gun.
Warner drags me into a still-functioning building and kicks
open a door. Hits a switch. Fluorescent lights flicker on with
a dull hum. There are paintings taped to the walls, alphabet
rainbows stapled to corkboards. Small tables scattered
across the room. We’re in a classroom.
I wonder if this is where James goes to school.
Warner drops his hand. His glassy green eyes are so
delighted I’m petrified. “God I missed you,” he says to me.
“You didn’t actually think I’d let you go so easily?”
“You shot Adam,” are the only words I can think of. My
mind is muddled with disbelief. I keep seeing his beautiful
body crumpled on the ground, red red red. I need to know if
he’s alive. He has to be alive.
Warner’s eyes flash. “Kent is dead.”