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wounded.”
“So you keep promising.” I let out a long sigh, but it wasn’t from relief, it was from frustration. “This ‘disqualification and elimination’ that voice was talking about in there—he means death, doesn’t he?”
His throat worked as he swallowed, and he propped himself up on one elbow. “Smart girl.”
“If I was that smart I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
“True.”
I looked him over thoroughly now that we were outside. The light wasn’t all that great. The sky was overcast. It seemed to always be overcast these days. Something to do with global warming and pollution levels. I never paid much attention to the news feeds. All I knew was I hadn’t gotten a good suntan in ages.
At the moment, Rogan looked barely strong enough to hurt a f ly, but there was still an undeniable aura of danger surrounding him. Something in those pretty ocean-colored eyes made me think that I shouldn’t turn my back on him if I could help it. I couldn’t trust him. Not now. Not ever.
I would never trust a murderer.
But apparently we were partners. That is, if I didn’t want my head to explode.
“I’m not going to beg,” I said softly. “But you’re going to tell me everything you know about this…this Countdown. ”
He nodded and tried to get to his feet. He failed. I stood and offered him a hand. He took it, and I helped him up. He didn’t let go of me immediately. His hand was as dirty as the rest of him, but firm with long fingers that wrapped warmly around mine.
I let go first, pulling my hand back before it was too late.
Before it happened.
I’d had just about as much pain as I could deal with for one day.
It had been like this since I’d turned thirteen, this weird, freakish thing inside of me. If I touched somebody skin to skin and focused on them for too long…sometimes it hurt. My brain hurt, that is. And then I’d get these bizarre f lashes zipping through my mind like electrical charges. Not f lashes so much as…feelings.
Not my feelings, either. Their feelings.
I didn’t know what it meant, and I’d never told anyone about it. All I knew was that it hurt. And, call me crazy, but I liked to avoid pain whenever possible.
Whenever it happened, I got a horrible headache that lasted for hours. The scummier the person that I touched, the longer the pain lasted.
The last person I wanted to touch was somebody like Rogan.
His expression shadowed as if my actions had somehow hurt his feelings, and he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his torn, dirty jeans.
“I’ll tell you everything I know,” he said. “But we need to move.”
    “There are twenty minutes remaining in this level of Countdown, ” the voice said from out of nowhere.
When I didn’t immediately start walking, Rogan raised an eyebrow at me.
“Let’s get going,” he said. “I’m not in good enough shape to keep running. Better make it a brisk stagger, so we need to move now. ”
“Okay, yeah. Then let’s go.” I frowned and tried to recall the map. Damn. I should have paid more attention. Fingers of panic dug deep into my stomach.
As if he’d read my thoughts, he forced a grin. “Don’t worry, kid. I know where we’re headed.”
I scowled at him. “I’m no kid, I’m sixteen. And the name’s Kira .”
His grin widened a fraction. “No nicknames. Got it.”
I studied him for a moment longer. That scar across his left eye. I wondered how he’d gotten it. Probably at St. Augustine’s, in a scuff le with another loser. Or maybe his victim had attempted to fight back before he’d mercilessly snuffed out his or her life.
Scumbag.
He caught me staring at his face and turned away so I could see only the good side. “Let’s get going, Kira. ”
Vain, was he?
We walked. Slower than I would have liked, but it was fast enough to keep some of my panic at bay. With every step, I felt the clock ticking down the seconds we had left. What if we didn’t make it in time? Would they really kill us? Just like that?
I was