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A harbinger of sickness and death.
Despite the warm sunshine, chills ran across my skin, and I clenched my jaw.No.This was what the Voiceless wanted. They wanted to get in my head. They wanted me to panic enough to come crawling back, promising to submit. How many times did Juck use similar manipulations? It was probably nothing. It was probably all in my head.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to tune back into Raven and Clarity’s conversation, smile, and laugh like everything was normal.
If it happened again,thenI’d tell someone.
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Bonus Chapter
MAC
Griz found me in the garage swearing at a rusted bolt on the rover.
“What’d that bolt ever do to you?” he asked, one eyebrow raised as he leaned against the wall.
I set my jaw and put all my weight on the torque wrench again. He watched me in silence, but as usual, his thoughts rang loud in my head.
He better tell her before she gets in too deep with Lee. Damn, that bolt really is stuck. How long before he asks for a blowtorch? If I throw this at him, will he catch it?
I internally rolled my eyes and put out my hand, catching the apple without looking. Griz’s favorite part of my new mind-reading power was throwing random shit at me without warning to see if I could catch it.
“Nice catch,” Griz grinned.
I gave up on the bolt and sat up, chucking the apple back at him. “You have somethin’ you wanna say?”
“I probably already said it, didn’t I?”
I glared but didn’t correct him. Ihadalready heard it in his head.
“She’s happy,” I muttered. “I’m not fuckin’ it up.”
“What about you?” Griz asked.
I wiped my hands on a rag and played dumb. “What about me?”
“Don’t you deserve to be happy?”
I glanced up at him and smiled a wide, toothy, completely fake smile.
“That’s so fuckin’ creepy, man.”
“You ever seen her eyes glow gold before?” I changed the subject as I got to my feet.
“Gold?” Griz raised his eyebrows. “Only when she healed me and Jax by the watchtower. Caught a glimpse of ’em right before she turned into a living sunbeam.”
I hummed thoughtfully and moved past him to put the wrench away.
“How come?”
I could feel his eyes boring into me and hear all the speculation running through his head—each one more ridiculous than the last. I leaned my hip on the workbench and raised an eyebrow.
“No, I’m not tryin’ to awkwardly ask if she’s secretly smitten with you,” I huffed, but I couldn’t help the grin pulling at my lips.
“Look, if you give me nothin’, I’m gonna make assumptions,” he grinned back. “And sheissecretly smitten with me, so tough luck, fucker.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’d rather she be smitten with you than fuckin’Lee.”
