Chapter 9

“And?”

“I didn’t see any,” he

admitted.

“There you go.” Relief

washed through me. No leaks means no virus could enter the suit. If

the virus can’t come in contact with his heel, then it can’t get

into his body and he can’t die from it—he doesn’t have it, he

can’t.Please God, he can’t. “Did you tell

Ansel?”

“No.” Jareth shook his head

and sniffled. I’ve never heard a more sinister sound in my life. “I

don’t want him to know. I don’t…”

He sighed and pressed his fingertips

against his closed eyelids as if trying to blot out the whirl of

thoughts and emotions that had to be swirling through his mind. “I

don’t want him to quarantine me,” he murmured. “I’m here to protect

him, right? I can’t do that if I’m locked away in the

lab.”

“I doubt you have it,” I

said, trying my best to sound like I believed that. “You’re just

worn down, we all are, and you’ve got a touch of a cold, that’s it.

You’re thinking you have the virus so your body’s acting like you