Chapter 18

“You’ve been wrongly imprisoned. How I know…? I just sense it, from your words and your touch.”

I hurt Judah. I thought it, wrote it all but the last two letters, but did not show it to Ewan.

“Perhaps it is Georgia’s illness that would have her want to keep you as a pet. Perhaps she cannot bear the thought of being alone, and the only way she knows to make you stay assuredly is to imprison you.”

“My…eyes.” I brought my face so close to Ewan’s I felt his hot breath in the wet of my mouth. “Evil…shines there.”

“I see nothing of it,” Ewan said forcefully. He took my chin between sticky fingers, the ones that had been in my mouth and on the Danish. “All I see is sadness, curiosity, and an abundance of confusion.”

I pulled from his touch to reach for the paper.

“Your voice is all we need. And your eyes.”