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Dawn will be peeking over the Quantico oaks in a few hours.
I needed you there. I needed you with me.
No pity there, but something else—something vigilant. Appalled. A burning fury, almost as hot as her own profound anger. And something else, an emotion she can’t plumb the reaches of.
They both know what this means for women. “Attending to your safety” is code for not wearing short skirts, or drinking in bars, or having any kind of life.
She has a sense that something is coming—something unacknowledged between her and Bell is starting to take on a solid shape, but it’s too big and too near, and she can’t make out the details.
I’m tired of feeling scared of a ghost, and I’m tired of looking over my shoulder, and I’m tired of staring at pictures of dead girls.”
Their fingers touch as she receives the writing materials.
The main thing he notices is that Emma doesn’t sleep slack-jawed and vulnerable. She looks like herself, except with her eyes closed.
Kristin finds the way the two of them circle around each other quite fascinating. Something is happening there—she can feel the energy of it, like a heat shimmer in the air—and it’s interesting to see the way they’re handling it.
His eyes are livid. “There is no way in any possible goddamn universe that this is a smart thing to do!”
He looks at her, into her, in a way she finds unnerving. Eventually he closes his eyes, turns his head to the side.
“That’s us, Travis. We make the best of terrible ideas.”
reproachful glance
what really matters is that you’re surviving now, in spite of everything.
She didn’t know she needed to hear this, didn’t realize it would give her such a visceral reaction.
the irony that she has to claim connection with one man to avoid another.
But I’m okay. I’m fine.” “I swear to god, you’d be saying that if you got shot.”
And it’s… perfect. It’s what they both need, he realizes. He doesn’t know why they weren’t doing this sooner. All this time he’s wasted, when he could have been hugging Emma.
Maybe she shouldn’t be thinking this way about her partner, but she wishes she could remember more about it.
“Monsters don’t always look like something from a horror movie. Mostly, they just look like… normal guys.”
Why, Travis thinks, why why why would anyone find any pleasure in seeing women hurt, when it’s a billion times more pleasurable to see them happy?
She knows what her brother is, but she does not wish to see it.
“I want you to see that you can trust me. That I’m on your side. That I choose you. Emma, I would choose you over an FBI order every time.”
Before he moves away, Emma does something she’s been thinking about for a long time. She leans into him. Kisses his neck, where his skin smells hot and good. When she steps back, everything feels better. “Now I’m okay.”
Simon’s ferocity and accuracy are astonishing, terrifying. And Arjuna was both dazzled and terrified, for the form of god extended immeasurably in all directions. Kristin struggles with stars in her vision. Her god is a more efficient killing machine than she could ever have imagined.
“I can be strong. I can be strong for you.”
Emma, torn by the conflicting desires of her heart. “I’m giving you ten minutes. If you’re not back in ten, I’m coming after you.”
Travis gives her his jacket, his eyes very clear under the moon. “And we’re talking about that kiss when I get back.”
Travis whirls, returns to the door, enters. Gets clobbered from behind, and it’s all over.
FUCK NO NO NO
She watches the girl. This girl who endured so much. Emma has tried to run from her, in the last three years. Has tried to bury her. To be rid of her. But doesn’t this girl deserve more?
“So long as you’re safe, it doesn’t matter.” It matters to me! Emma feels like she’s being ripped apart. The pain in her leg is nothing compared to this.
Emma blinks against the tears in her eyes, and feels—for the first time in a while—that everything is going to be just fine.
“Travis,” she whispers, and this is another revelation.
