She pinched the two fabric pieces together and shut off his view. “How do you know he was the one who wrote it? Anything can be a trick.” Iggy opened his mouth to answer, but then she lifted her arm to the height of his shoulder and leaned obtrusively into him. Her other arm went straight to his neck and touched the warm metal around it. “It’s no fun being contained, is it?” she whispered like a serpent. “It doesn’t have to be this way. You can be free.” Iggy looked into her serious black eyes, seeing desperation, but not knowing why. “The shadows have returned to you. I know they have. Join them. Join me. And he’ll never be able to control us again.”
Iggy looked at the fabric. “I want to see what’s happening out there.” He reached for the curtain, again, but her hand guarded it.