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When I still hadn’t moved, I felt him watching me.

“Allie,” he said, softer. He shifted to his side, moving closer to me on the bed. “I did it for you. For us… for Lily. We can’t keep doing this, circling one another like this. It’s bad enough when I’m doing it. But you’re doing it now, too. I thought maybe this would help. That I could help you with it, if I could just open myself up more.”

He reached for my hand.

But something about that was too much.

It finally snapped me out of wherever my mind had gone.

I didn’t want him to touch me.

I don’t know if I pulled away my hand or my whole body. Either way, I moved, and I felt him flinch. I felt him staring at me then, his breath coming faster in the dark even though I still couldn’t see him.

I slid backwards on the bed, moving before my mind really caught up with my light or my thoughts or anything he’d said.

I don’t know if I was thinking about anything at all at that point.

That pain in my chest throbbed now.

It hurt, blinding me to everything else.

I didn’t know I’d gotten up, that I’d gotten out of bed and moved towards the door, until he was standing in front of me, blocking my way.

I looked up at him, and I could see his eyes again, glowing in the dark. I heard him saying words, but I couldn’t make sense of any of them. He held my arm briefly, but I did something, pushed him maybe… I honestly don’t know.

I got past him somehow, and then I was punching in the code.

I only remember for sure one thing I said to him. At some point, in waiting for them to open the door, to let me out of there, I felt the need to warn him.

I don’t know if I was worried I would hurt him.

I don’t think I was clear enough for that specific thought, not then, but some part of me apparently felt the need to warn him anyway.

So I looked at him, when I heard them opening the door from outside.

I remember him standing there, silent, his shirt open, his eyes glowing in the dark. I remember he was breathing hard, staring at me, and I could feel fear on him, maybe something more than fear, although my mind couldn’t make sense of that, either.

“Don’t follow me,” I told him. “Let me go, Revik.”

When I left the room, seconds later, he hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken.

Not where I could hear him speak.

Chapter35

Cracked

Idon’t know how I got upstairs.

I wasn’t wearing shoes.

I remember someone catching hold of my arm.

They pulled me into a large-feeling room. I think it was Wreg, or maybe Jon. They’d been talking to me about Kali, about Uye maybe, too. I know at some point, I looked up and saw Jon staring at me, full-fledged worry on his face.

Wreg stood next to him, his dark eyes assessing mine.

His black irises looked strangely bright, like real shards of obsidian reflecting light.

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