“Did
he do it to you too?”
“Once,
in a different body.”
“What
happened?” I could hear his clothes shuffle as he walked up to the bars of his
door. I also stepped up to the bars and glanced out across the hall. He was
standing at the window side on, as if he was leaning on his shoulder with his
head turned towards me. The twisted mane of his black hair had been combed
back, revealing his thick strong eyebrows and sharp gaze underneath.
I
licked my lips. It wasn’t fear that flooded me it was something else, like a
type of cautious curiosity. When he failed to answer I asked instead, “How long
have you been locked up?”
“A
long time.” He dropped his gaze and turned away, humming again underneath
his breath. I swallowed out of nervous habit and felt my fingers tighten around
the bars.
“I’m
going to get out of here.”
“And
how do you plan on doing that?”
I
gulped again. “I’ll figure out something.”
“You
know,” He started with a wispy laugh, “one day you’re going to get desperate
enough to ask me for help.”
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