I’m entirely frozen as fear floods my body. Despite everything I’ve accomplished since, every therapy session, every positive moment in my life that occurred after the moment of knowing this man, I’m still transported once again transported to being a young woman, not even yet a teenager, to the tim
Edward is too close, too much, too overwhelming. When I hear Edward, I’m that little girl again, trapped, frightened, alone, and in pain. “Yes,” I say. “I’ve never met him,” Miles says. “He’s a newcomer to the political world.” He pauses a moment, licks his lips as if he’s preparing himself.
There’s nothing really else to be done or said. I feel utterly exhausted having revealed what I’d already revealed. Miles must understand, or perhaps he sees the tiredness on my face. “Let me take you back to bed,” he says. “I think you need a bit more rest before we face today.” As he scoops me
It takes a moment, but eventually Davis opens the door. He doesn’t seem particularly shocked to see me, though he doesn’t seem pleased about it either. “I’ve been told that if you arrive again, I’m to send you away,” Davis says. I would like to check on Thea and make sure she’s okay, but that’s
Almost. “If the Whisperers decided to back Edward Zimmer, that could account for his sudden success.” “But why would they do that? I thought they were backing Miles. I’ve heard their influence was pivotal in helping lowering the age required for presidential candidates, specifically so that Mile
I know, the minute I call Hugo that Miles isn’t going to like this. He hasn’t said as much, mostly because I haven’t told him yet, but also I don’t think he would. He would never tell me I can’t be friends with Hugo, though the thought of it makes him jealous. Usually that leads to possessive sexy
“It should be okay.” “I should be with you,” Miles says. The offer is well intentioned and sweet but I can’t possibly accept. “You being there would draw way too much attention. We can’t have it publically known that we are looking into Zimmer or the Whisperers,” I say. “Hugo will be discrete,
Hugo looks back at me with an expression so unreadable, I wonder if he’s even going to answer my request. But he must, right? I mean, why even bother agreeing to this meeting if he intends to shoot me down? “I don’t have concrete proof myself,” Hugo admits. “But you are certainly not the only one