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a glance before smiling at me. “But don’t worry, he doesn’t
know what you’re capable of. Not yet, anyway.”
I claw at the panic, I swallow the agony, I beg myself not
to look in his direction but I fail I fail I fail. Adam meets my
eyes in the same split second I meet his but he looks away
so quickly I’m not sure if I imagined it.
I am a monster.
“I’m not as cruel as you think,” Warner continues, a
musical lilt in his voice. “If you’re so fond of his company I
can make this”—he gestures between myself and Adam—“a
permanent assignment.”
“No,” I breathe.
Warner curves his lips into a careless grin. “Oh yes. But be
careful, pretty girl. If you do something . . . bad . . . he’ll
have to shoot you.”
There are wire cutters carving holes in my heart. Adam
doesn’t react to anything Warner says.
He is doing a job.
I am a number, a mission, an easily replaceable object; I
am not even a memory in his mind.
I am nothing.
I didn’t expect his betrayal to bury me so deep.
“If you accept my offer,” Warner interrupts my thoughts,
“you will live like I do. You will be one of us, and not one of
them. Your life will change forever.”
“And if I do not accept?” I ask, catching my voice before it
cracks in fear.
Warner looks genuinely disappointed. His hands are
clasped together in dismay. “You don’t really have a choice.
If you stand by my side you will be rewarded.” He presses
his lips together. “But if you choose to disobey? Well . . . I
think you look rather lovely with all your body parts intact,
don’t you?”
I’m breathing so hard my frame is shaking. “You want me
to torture people for you?”