afraid of, all those secret thoughts you’d never tell anyone—I know you. And I love you.” Two weeks ago, Noam would have been the happiest person in the world. Now those words were poison. Noam tasted venom like heat on his tongue. “So read my mind,” Noam said, brandishing a hand toward his own temple. “I believe you, Dara. I just don’t care.” He relished the look on Dara’s face, as if Noam had torn out his guts with his bare hand. And he left him there, standing alone on the sidewalk as Noam walked away and didn’t look back.
