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agreed on.
    “Are you letting me walk away from you again?” I whispered, leaning up a little so my mouth grazed the corner of his covered cheek.
    I knew it wasn’t in my head that his muscles trembled on top of me. That his voice had grown more hoarse as he said, “We have to talk.”
    “Then talk to me now.”
    “Pandora, we play a dangerous game. One wrong move and it’s over. Do you understand me?”
    I nodded but continued to gently rub my body along his; the movements built tension and friction between my thighs and I couldn’t stop the moan that rolled down my tongue. His fingers drove deeper into the muscle of my arms. They’d bruise tonight. I didn’t care.
    “I don’t understand anything.” I shook my head and ran my nose along the length of his covered-up neck. Somehow he must have spelled the sweater not to move an inch, because no matter how I moved or touched him, the damn thing didn’t shift. “I don’t understand how you survived. I don’t understand why you keep just letting me walk away; I don’t understand how come there are no eyes watching us anymore. How you froze time. What are you doing to me, Billy? Why do you keep coming to me? Are you going to kill me?”
    His fingers curled even harder, making me hiss with pleasure and pain. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have. Many times. You have to know the truth.”
    “Then tell me.”
    “Not now. We don’t have time. Look in that book.”
    I frowned. “What book? You’ve seen my trailer—I have thousands.”
    “The one Grace’s assistant gave you about me.” I could almost picture the amusement flickering in his dull brown eyes. I wasn’t even surprised that he knew. Billy had always seemed to be ten steps ahead of me. So rather than pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about, I shrugged.
    “There’s nothing in that damn thing. A bunch of useless crap. The lines were all blacked out.”
    “Not that one. The poems. Read it.”
    I felt the pressure of his body shift, sensed he was seconds away from getting up. Panicked, I wrapped my legs around his waist like steel bands.
    “You tell me we have to talk and now you’re leaving. Wait for me, talk to me after I’m done with her. What’s so important about those stupid poems? It’s Middle English scribbles. I’ve read the damn thing, none of it makes sense.”
    He looked up and then growled. “If I keep us hidden too much longer, whoever’s tailing you will know.”
    I shivered because I’d not sensed any eyes on me, not even his.
    “Who? The Order?”
    “I’m not sure yet, but don’t worry about it. There’s so much”—he paused and I sensed his anger in the words—“so much you don’t know. I’ve got to go.”
    “No! Not yet. You’ve got to tell me what’s going on here... You’ve got to give me something.”
    Then his fingers were trailing hot along my cheek, feathering down my neck, and I couldn’t stop myself from trembling, from whispering his name.
    “I’ll find you again,” he mumbled vehemently. “Read the book.”
    Then just like that, he was gone. My arms were empty and the streets were buzzing with noise again. Previously empty doorways were full of people, and they were all staring down at me lying on my back in the middle of the filthy, flea-infested dirt road, and the eyes that were always watching me were back.
    With a snarl, I stood and dusted my backside. But I only smeared the mud worse. I didn’t even bother with my hair.
    Knowing the night wouldn’t keep my secrets, I didn’t say his name again. There was something in the way he’d kept us hidden that let me know Billy’s secrets, whatever they were, ran as deep as mine. I wasn’t sure if we’d just formed an uneasy alliance or if he was still plotting to destroy me. But where he was concerned, my personal safety had always been a back-burner issue.
    Thanks to Grace’s betrayal, I’d learned to listen to my gut. If I had, maybe I wouldn’t be possessed by Pestilence