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will. What will happen to both of us despite our best
intentions.
“Seize her,” Warner says softly. Silence has stuffed itself
into every corner of this building. His voice is the only sound
in the room.
Jenkins steps forward.
My eyes are flooding and I squeeze them shut. I pry them
open. I blink back at the crowd and spot a familiar face.
Adam is staring at me, horrified.
Shame has covered every inch of my body.
Jenkins offers me his hand.
My bones begin to buckle, snapping in synchronicity with
the beats of my heart. I crumble to the floor, folding into
myself like a flimsy crepe. My arms are so painfully bare in
this ragged T-shirt.
“Don’t—” I hold up a tentative hand, pleading with my
eyes, staring into the face of this innocent man. “Please
don’t—” My voice breaks. “You don’t want to touch me—”
“I never said I did.” Jenkins’s voice is deep and steady, full
of regret. Jenkins who has no gloves, no protection, no
preparation, no possible defense.
“That was a direct order, soldier,” Warner barks, trains a
gun at his back.
Jenkins grabs my arms.
NO NO NO
I gasp.
My blood is surging through my veins, rushing through my
body like a raging river, waves of heat lapping against my
bones. I can hear his anguish, I can feel the power pouring
out of his body, I can hear his heart beating in my ear and
my head is spinning with the rush of adrenaline fortifying
my being.
I feel alive.
I wish it hurt me. I wish it maimed me. I wish it repulsed
me. I wish I hated the potent force wrapping itself around
my skeleton.