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Adam is pointing a gun at my chest.
Adam is pointing a gun at my chest.
His eyes are foreign to me, glassy and distant, far, far
away.
I am nothing but novocaine. I am numb, a world of
nothing, all feeling and emotion gone forever.
I am a whisper that never was.
Adam is a soldier. Adam wants me to die.
I stare at him openly now, every sensation amputated, my
pain a distant scream disconnected from my body. My feet
move forward of their own accord; my lips remain shut
because there will never be words for this moment.
Death would be a welcome release from these earthly joys
I’ve known.
I don’t know how long I’ve been walking before another
blow to my back cripples me. I blink against the brightness
of light I haven’t seen in so long. My eyes begin to tear and
I’m squinting against the fluorescent bulbs illuminating the
large space. I can hardly see anything.
“Juliette Ferrars.” A voice detonates my name. There’s a
heavy boot pressed into my back and I can’t lift my head to
distinguish who’s speaking to me. “Weston, dim the lights
and release her. I want to see her face.” The command is
cool and strong like steel, dangerously calm, effortlessly
powerful.
The brightness is reduced to a level I’m able to tolerate.
The imprint of a boot is carved into my back but no longer
settled on my skin. I lift my head and look up.
I’m immediately struck by his youth. He can’t be much
older than me.
It’s obvious he’s in charge of something, though I have no
idea what. His skin is flawless, unblemished, his jawline
sharp and strong. His eyes are the palest shade of emerald
I’ve ever seen.
He’s beautiful.