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Something was fucking shaking and if it didn’tstop, he was going to lose it.
Snap. Start screaming.
“Lex.”
Morgan’s voice floated in, too calm, like it belonged on another frequency. In one ear and out the other. Lex couldn’t hold onto it, couldn’t find the words to respond.
What do you say when you’ve just seen everyone’s doppelgänger?
What do you say when all the air in the world can’t save you?
“Alexander.”
His jaw clicked, locked, like it was trying to hold something in that didn’t belong to him.
“I’m gonna be sick,” was the only thing Lex could manage, but even that sounded wrong somehow. It wasn’thisvoice, it didn’t belong to him. Too quiet. Too soft.
God, his stomach wasrolling.
Clutching theoh shithandle at the top of the door didn’t help. His palm was soaked, slipping off the plastic no matter how he adjusted his grip.
The A/C was blasting, but his skin still screamed with heat.
“I don’t feel well,” he mumbled to himself, closing his eyes.
Morgan’s hand landed on his leg.
Lex flinched.
Not because it hurt.
Because it wasreal.
He’d know the shape of Morgan’s hands anywhere, could pick them out of a crowd blindfolded.
Even if everything else felt fake, no one would be Morgan.
No one could ever come close.
“Five minutes, Lex.”
Chapter 18
Five minutes felt like fifty.
Not that time had any fucking meaning at all anymore. Somewhere around the point where he couldn’t feel his fingers—wasn’t sure if they still existed at all—Lex had lost track.
The scariest thing?
Theoh shit, maybe I wish I was in an alternate realitymoment?
That was when Lex looked out the window, praying something felt cool enough, and he saw normal things: cars, the city. Traffic.
He blinked.Once.
And then he was in the hotel room, with the suite turning on it side. Like some fucking trick a magician would pull.
Time didn’t exist.
