Page 33
I look at him. “You counted?”
”I’ve been bored.”
”Did it make you chase her?”
His gaze sharpens. “No.”
“Then what did it do?”
He tilts his head, thinking about it. “Reminded me what I am.”
My stomach drops.
He pulls his mask off. His dark hair sticks to his forehead and his cheeks are flushed from running. He looks exactly as he did the night he died.
Twenty-nine. Forever fucking twenty-nine.
He looks toward the lights beyond the maze. “I needed to chase her.”
“That’s worse.”
He gives me a small shrug, but there’s tension beneath it. “Depends on who you ask.”
“This isn’t a joke.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” I snap.
His eyes meet mine, and whatever smart-ass response I expect never comes. The amusement drains from his face completely.
“Yes.”
Something in the way he says it makes my stomach tighten.
He looks toward the path she took, his jaw working before he finally speaks again. “She smelled like them.”
Everything inside me goes still.
“No.”
“Ezra.”
I shake my head before he can say anything else.. “No. No fucking way.”
His expression hardens. “You asked.”
“She can’t.”
“She did.”
I shake my head again. “The McBrides are gone.”
“Apparently not.”
“They left.” The words come faster now, my pulse climbing with each one. “They fucking disappeared.”
”One must have survived.”
