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Metias kissed me on my forehead. “Forever and ever, kid, until you’re sick and tired of seeing me.”
I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and steal to find you, tempt you out of your hiding place, and chase you until you have nowhere else to run. I make you this promise: your life is mine.
He has bright blue eyes, dirt on his face, and a beat-up old cap on, and at this moment, I think he might be the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen.
A beautiful mystery.
I ALMOST KISSED THE GIRL LAST NIGHT.
But every now and then, when I steal a glance at the Girl, or feel her eyes on me, I helplessly drift back to thinking about her.
I can still feel her lips against mine, the smooth, soft skin of her face and arms, the slight trembling of her hands. I’ve kissed plenty of beautiful girls before, but not like this one.
“You think we go to labor camps if we fail? June, the only labor camps are the morgues in hospital basements.”
These black marks look like rifle grease. Almost like the streak of grease that was
on Thomas’s forehead when I first saw him that night.
“That’s the guy. I don’t think he’s very happy that I got a kiss from you and he hasn’t.
I’d once been fascinated by his legend—all the stories I’d heard before I met him. Now I can feel that same sense of fascination returning. I picture his face, so beautiful even after pain and torture and grief, his blue eyes bright and sincere. I’m ashamed to admit that I enjoyed my brief time with him in his prison cell. His voice can make me forget about all the details running through my mind, bringing with it emotions of desire or fear instead, sometimes even anger, but always triggering something. Something that wasn’t there before.
“Few people ever kill for the right reasons, June,” he said after a long silence. “Most do it for the wrong reasons. I just hope you never have to be in either category.”
I’m going to help Day escape.
“But you’re a fool to stay with someone like me.” I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. “Then we’re both fools.” Day pulls me to him. He kisses me before I can say more.
“Each day means a new twenty-four hours. Each day means everything’s possible again. You live in the moment, you die in the moment, you take it all one day at a time.” He looks toward the railway car’s open door, where streaks of dark water blanket the world. “You try to walk in the light.”
