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Chapter Forty-Five
I feel like a clown in these oversized clothes. I’m wearing
someone else’s T-shirt. Someone else’s pajama pants.
Someone else’s slippers. Kenji says they had to destroy the
clothes in my duffel bag, too, so I have no idea whose outfit
is currently hanging on my frame. I’m practically swimming
in the material.
I try to knot the extra fabric and Kenji stops me. “You’re
going to mess up my shirt,” he complains.
I drop my hands. “You gave me your clothes?”
“Well what did you expect? It’s not like we have extra
dresses just lying around.” He shoots me a look, like I should
be grateful he’s even sharing.
Well. I guess it’s better than being naked. “So who’s Castle
again?”
“He’s in charge of everything,” Kenji tells me. “The head of
this entire movement.”
My ears snap off. “Movement?”
Winston sighs. He seems so uptight. I wonder why. “If Kenji
hasn’t already told you anything, you should probably wait
to hear it from Castle himself. Hang tight. I promise we’re
going to answer your questions.”
“But what about Adam? Where is James—”
“Wow.” Winston runs a hand through his floppy hair.
“You’re just not going to give it up, huh?”
“He’s fine, Juliette,” Kenji intervenes. “He needs a little
more time to recover. You have to start trusting us. No one
here is going to hurt you, or Adam, or James. They’re both
fine. Everything is fine.”
But I don’t know if fine is good enough.