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I slide my arms around his neck and kiss him back.

For the first time since Walter Graves spoke my name in that dark corridor, I don’t feel hunted.

I feel found.

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CALEB

Evie’s lips are still beneath mine when someone knocks on the door.

Neither of us moves.

The knock comes again.

“Caleb?” Fathom calls. “Senator Vance responded.”

Evie closes her eyes.

“I suppose ignoring him won’t make him leave.”

“No.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

A laugh trembles through her.

I touch my forehead to hers.

“This isn’t finished.”

“No.”

Her fingers curl into my shirt.

“It isn’t.”

I kiss her once more.

Short.

Soft.

A promise rather than an ending.

Then I force myself to release her.

Evie wipes the tears from her face and stands. Her knees are steadier now, but I remain close enough to catch her.

She notices.

Of course she does.

“You don’t have to hover.”

“I’m not hovering.”