white bandage wrapped around her forearm for dramatic e
e dripping with condescension. "
d. "Gabriel
e away. She wheeled herself closer to my bed, her eyes glint
b, confusion mixing with
The game I told you about. We both had our panic buttons.
elle's call about a "security threat," the deserted road, t
hed, the horror of it sinking in.
al device. "This is a military-grade alert system, linked directly to a private security server. The one he
. He stood there, trapped and silent,
leaded, my v
s filled with a pathetic mix of
d, her voice turning to steel. "The do
on mine. I saw the struggle, the flicker of the boy I gre
it wa
his shoulders slumping in
door, leaving me in the stark white room with the wreckage of our
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