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“How did you touch me?” Surely he must know. How could
he not know? God I hope he knows.
“Oh—” He nods, distracted by the words he’s scribbling on
his clipboard. Squints at the page. “Latex.”
“What?”
“Latex.” He glances up for a second. Sees my confusion.
“Gloves?”
“Right.” Of course. Gloves. Even Warner used gloves until
he figured it out.
Until he figured it out. Until he figured it out. Until he
figured it out.
I replay the moment over and over and over in my mind.
The split second I took too long to jump from the window.
The moment of hesitation that changed everything. The
instant I lost all control. All power. Any point of dominance.
He’s never going to stop until he finds me and it’s my own
fault.
I need to know if he’s dead.
I have to force myself to be still. I have to force myself not
to shake, shudder, or vomit. I need to change the subject.
“Where are my clothes?” I toy with the perfect white sheet
hiding my bones.
“They’ve been destroyed for the same reasons you
needed to be sanitized.” He picks up his glasses. Slips them
on. “We have a special suit for you. I think it’ll make your
life a lot easier.”
“A special suit?” I look up. Part my lips in surprise.
“Yes. We’ll get to that part a bit later.” He pauses. Smiles.
There’s a dimple in his chin. “You’re not going to attack me
like you did Kenji, are you?”
“I attacked Kenji?” I cringe.
“Just a little bit.” He shrugs. “At least now we know he’s
not immune to your touch.”
“I touched him?” I sit up straight and nearly forget to pull
my sheet up with me. I’m burning from head to toe,