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“No—”
Warner backs me into a corner and I realize I’ve never
been so defenseless in my life. Never so vulnerable. 17
years I spent wishing my curse away, but in this moment
I’m more desperate than ever to have it back. Warner’s eyes
warm unexpectedly. His constant shifts in emotion are
difficult to anticipate. Difficult to counter.
“Juliette,” he says. He touches my hand so gently it
startles me. “Did you notice? It seems I am immune to your
gift.” He studies my eyes. “Isn’t that incredible? Did you
notice?” he asks again. “When you tried to escape? Did you
feel it . . . ?”
Warner who misses absolutely nothing. Warner who
absorbs every single detail.
Of course he knows.
But I’m shocked by the tenderness in his voice. The
sincerity with which he wants to know. He’s like a feral dog,
crazed and wild, thirsty for chaos, simultaneously aching for
recognition and acceptance.
Love.
“We can really be together,” he says to me, undeterred by
my silence. He pulls me close, too close. I’m frozen in five
hundred layers of fear. Stunned in grief, in disbelief.
His hands reach for my face, his lips for mine. My brain is
on fire, ready to explode from the impossibility of this
moment. I feel like I’m watching it happen, detached from
my own body, incapable of intervening. More than anything
else, I’m shocked by his gentle hands, his earnest eyes.
“I want you to choose me,” he says. “I want you to choose
to be with me. I want you to want this—”
“You’re insane,” I choke. “You’re psychotic—”
“You’re only afraid of what you’re capable of.” His voice is
soft. Easy. Slow. Deceptively persuasive. I’d never realized
before just how attractive his voice is. “Admit it,” he says.
“We’re perfect for each other. You want the power. You love