Silence.Then a sharp curse.
He turns to me, eyes blazing.
“They’re close,” he explains.“Closer than before.”
My pulse leaps.“Here?”
“Close enough that we don’t stay here.”
He grabs my hand not roughly, but firmly and pulls me to my feet.
“Riot.”
“We’re movin’ again,” he growls.“Now.”
I grab my bag as thunder cracks overhead.
He pulls me toward the door.
Then stops.
Turns.
Cups my face again.
“Kelly,” he whispers, voice shaking, “you remembered me.Don’t lose that.Hold on to it.”
“I will,” I breathe.“I promise.”
He nods once then pulls me into the storm with him.
And right then, in the rain and darkness, with danger closing in from all sides…I realize something terrifying, it’s not just my memories returning.
It’s my feelings.
And they’re coming back for him.
Hard.
Fast.
All at once.
Seventeen
Ledger
If they want a war, they picked the wrong man to provoke.
Rain slams sideways across the windshield as I tear down the country road, wipers barely keeping up.The storm is coming in thick, fast sheets, lightning flashing across the sky like camera flashes in rapid succession.
Kelly’s hand is gripping the seat beside her, knuckles white.She’s trying to look calm, but I can feel her fear pumping through the cramped space of the truck like a living thing.
She remembered me.She rememberedus.And the universe decided to answer that with another threat.
Figures.
“Riot?”Her voice cracks just slightly.
