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“Yeah.” Kenji looks uncomfortable for just a wavering
second.
“Wait—what do you mean—”
“I mean it wasn’t an accident that I ended up in the army,
Juliette.” He sighs. “It wasn’t an accident that I showed up
at Adam’s door. And I wasn’t supposed to get shot or get
beaten half to death, but I did. Only I wasn’t dropped off by
some random dude.” He almost grins. “I’ve always known
where Adam lived. It was my job to know.” A pause. “We’ve
all been looking for you.”
My mouth is sitting on my kneecaps.
“Go ahead.” Kenji pushes me inside. “He’ll be out when
he’s ready.”
“Good luck,” is all Winston says to me.
1,320 seconds walk into the room before he does.
He moves methodically, his face a mask of neutrality as he
brushes wayward dreadlocks into a ponytail and seats
himself at the front of the room. He’s thin, fit, impeccably
dressed in a simple suit. Dark blue. White shirt. No tie.
There are no lines on his face, but there’s a streak of silver
in his hair and his eyes confess he’s lived at least 100 years.
He must be in his 40s. I look around.
It’s an empty space, impressive in its sparseness. The
floors and ceilings are built by bricks carefully pieced
together. Everything feels old and ancient, but somehow
modern technology is keeping this place alive. Artificial
lighting illuminates the cavernous dimensions, small
monitors are built into the stone walls. I don’t know what I’m
doing here. I don’t know what to expect. I have no idea what
kind of person Castle is but after spending so much time
with Warner, I’m trying not to get my hopes up. I don’t even
realize I’ve stopped breathing until he speaks.
“I hope you’re enjoying your stay so far.”
My neck snaps up to meet his dark eyes, his smooth voice,
silky and strong. His eyes are glinting with genuine curiosity,