the horrible things running through my mind. I shook my head. Whatever she’d gotten off that touch in the courtroom, she’d already felt more than enough. My mom looked hard at me for a moment, and then turned back to the infirmary and ransacked Matilda’s desk.
She held out a notepad and pen to me. “I’ll stay out of your head, if that’s what you want. But do you need anything? What can we do to help?”
I looked at Trevor. He stood next to me, stiff and distracted. I needed to be able to connect with the love of my life as pure energy—to share all of my thoughts and feelings with him without misunderstandings or complications—but I just couldn’t let him see the horrible things in my memory. I needed Zack to charm them out first.
I need Zack, I wrote to my mom. I twisted the pad to show it to her and suddenly winced as the needle pricked my arm.
Dammit! Matilda had just given me a dose of dodecamine. So much for getting my head clear beforehand. This was all messed up.
“I’ll go see if I can track him down.” My mom headed out to the main building.
Trevor’s hand on my shoulder dug in almost painfully, and then suddenly let go as though it’d jumped off. “You need ZACK?”
My brows crinkled together. Why did he seem so angry?
“I’ve been sick with worry for months and, as soon as you get back, you need ZACK?”
Oh, crap.
I felt dismay welling up within me as Trevor stomped from the infirmary. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, forcing myself to remember how to breathe. He’d been anxious and hurting all this time, too. I stood to go after him, but the sudden head-rush made my vision go black and the world tilt beneath me. I felt Matilda’s hands guiding me back down. “Maddie, you need to lie still for a while.” She turned the lights down. It was the first time I’d been able to lie in the dark in two months. Exhaustion pulled me into sleep before I had a chance to fight it.
Hunter unzipped his fly and I tried to fight him off. He punched me in the face and I felt the pain… felt him push me down. And it wasn’t in my head. He was actually—
“Maddie!”
I woke in the dark, gasping for breath and still trying to fight off my dream attacker.
“Maddie.” I knew Trevor was here. I could hear his thoughts strongly again and I knew he’d seen my nightmare. The dodecamine must be fully in my system now.
Trevor? What are you—? I thought— I was making no sense, not even in my own head.
“You wanted Zack to charm the memories away, didn’t you?”
Sadness radiated from him in waves the color of dirt. “So you wouldn’t share them with me.”
You shielded me . I was stating the obvious. He’d come back to the infirmary while I was sleeping. I didn’t know how long he’d sat by my side, holding my hand, and then pulling a mental shield around us when I’d started dreaming.
“I knew… I knew you wouldn’t want to throw any nightmares while you were in here.”
He’d shielded me. He’d been feeling angry and hurt, and yet had still cared enough to come back and… Oh, Trevor.
A sudden wave of emotion slammed into me, washing great, wracking sobs out of me. I cried uncontrollably, unable to stop. Gulping breaths couldn’t bring enough air into my lungs. Trevor gathered me up in his arms. My face contorted with pain—with the overwhelming force of it all.
Trevor pulled us up and carried me out of the infirmary.
I felt Matilda startle, but she watched as I clung to Trevor’s neck. He’ll make sure she’s all right.
As soon as we were out the door, Trevor used his ability to speed us across the open space in front of the main building. I could feel most of Ganzfield gathered in the dining hall for dinner. We flew down the wooded path to our church. He slowed to key in his code as we approached the door.
Inside, he held me as we sank to the floor and I bawled without a mental or physical audience. Tormented emotions pulled and twisted at his heart. He wanted
She held out a notepad and pen to me. “I’ll stay out of your head, if that’s what you want. But do you need anything? What can we do to help?”
I looked at Trevor. He stood next to me, stiff and distracted. I needed to be able to connect with the love of my life as pure energy—to share all of my thoughts and feelings with him without misunderstandings or complications—but I just couldn’t let him see the horrible things in my memory. I needed Zack to charm them out first.
I need Zack, I wrote to my mom. I twisted the pad to show it to her and suddenly winced as the needle pricked my arm.
Dammit! Matilda had just given me a dose of dodecamine. So much for getting my head clear beforehand. This was all messed up.
“I’ll go see if I can track him down.” My mom headed out to the main building.
Trevor’s hand on my shoulder dug in almost painfully, and then suddenly let go as though it’d jumped off. “You need ZACK?”
My brows crinkled together. Why did he seem so angry?
“I’ve been sick with worry for months and, as soon as you get back, you need ZACK?”
Oh, crap.
I felt dismay welling up within me as Trevor stomped from the infirmary. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, forcing myself to remember how to breathe. He’d been anxious and hurting all this time, too. I stood to go after him, but the sudden head-rush made my vision go black and the world tilt beneath me. I felt Matilda’s hands guiding me back down. “Maddie, you need to lie still for a while.” She turned the lights down. It was the first time I’d been able to lie in the dark in two months. Exhaustion pulled me into sleep before I had a chance to fight it.
Hunter unzipped his fly and I tried to fight him off. He punched me in the face and I felt the pain… felt him push me down. And it wasn’t in my head. He was actually—
“Maddie!”
I woke in the dark, gasping for breath and still trying to fight off my dream attacker.
“Maddie.” I knew Trevor was here. I could hear his thoughts strongly again and I knew he’d seen my nightmare. The dodecamine must be fully in my system now.
Trevor? What are you—? I thought— I was making no sense, not even in my own head.
“You wanted Zack to charm the memories away, didn’t you?”
Sadness radiated from him in waves the color of dirt. “So you wouldn’t share them with me.”
You shielded me . I was stating the obvious. He’d come back to the infirmary while I was sleeping. I didn’t know how long he’d sat by my side, holding my hand, and then pulling a mental shield around us when I’d started dreaming.
“I knew… I knew you wouldn’t want to throw any nightmares while you were in here.”
He’d shielded me. He’d been feeling angry and hurt, and yet had still cared enough to come back and… Oh, Trevor.
A sudden wave of emotion slammed into me, washing great, wracking sobs out of me. I cried uncontrollably, unable to stop. Gulping breaths couldn’t bring enough air into my lungs. Trevor gathered me up in his arms. My face contorted with pain—with the overwhelming force of it all.
Trevor pulled us up and carried me out of the infirmary.
I felt Matilda startle, but she watched as I clung to Trevor’s neck. He’ll make sure she’s all right.
As soon as we were out the door, Trevor used his ability to speed us across the open space in front of the main building. I could feel most of Ganzfield gathered in the dining hall for dinner. We flew down the wooded path to our church. He slowed to key in his code as we approached the door.
Inside, he held me as we sank to the floor and I bawled without a mental or physical audience. Tormented emotions pulled and twisted at his heart. He wanted
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