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ast thing I wanted to see. Dark. Patient. A smirk

home. I need Kade. I ha

he room belonged to him. It did. That was the thought that snapped som

isted his collar, and

me. His smile widened. "Of co

orward. The wall met my shoulders befo

and a girl, no blood between them, alon

came fast and shallow, and my heart hamm

found the point he'd been heading for. He pulled back. The door ope

or held me up. My eyes were wet, a

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uniform, and pointed instead of speaking: this is your room, this is the bathroom, this is

n. Every one locked. Every window s

tonight

good, which made me angrier. The bed was soft and the sheets

ark and made m

ing in front

I s

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ted at the ceiling, then at a strange shape by

moved at

ugh he'd been doing it for hours. I dragged the blanket

e you do

ad. "I could ask you t

e you been st

a fist closed." His smile came slowly

u. Do it som

at box from the chair and crossed

glossy as oil. Thin as a rumor. I could

t on the ma

e settled into the chair, crossed one leg over the other,

n. But I was still thinking about th

ng, and carried me to the wall. I kicked. One of them grunted. A panel slid open in the plaster, and st

his house had p

t. The door closed, and the silenc

rming. "Look at you. Such a pretty girl. I do w

e back with a pair of scissors

" My voice came out

own between two fingers. "It's a pity.

, what

to the fabric with a dry, unhurried snip. "So you wo

He cut the second side, then the straps, and the g

ceiling and did not look at him. I

tear.

n the easel. It was already sketched.

e sketch loo