Chapter 30

My hand fisted in the loose fabric of Kyer’s shirt as I pulled him close. “It can’t be,” I told him. “It feels too right.”

And it did. More right than the sloppy kiss Brin and I had shared on our birthday. More right than any of the touches or looks or intimate moments I’d ever shared with her. More right than the chimes in the morning or the pills at night.

Thiswas what I was meant for, and I knew it. This boy beside me, these arms around me, this mouth pressed to mine. Despite everything the Eugenics Center might have tried to code into my genes, they couldn’t remove the one thing I was truly made to do.

Love Kyer.

“They can’t know,” he said. “Brin or Lyra, or anyone at all. They’d make us take the pills again. They’d force them into us—”

I added, “They’d keep us apart. They can’t. They can’t.”

“They won’t,” he promised.

There, in the dark, where the screens couldn’t see us, I believed him.

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