Damn you.And if I were a stronger man, I would say that, but I
don’t—instead I just look at the tiles beneath my feet, a few drops
of water from the fountain beading by my boots, reflecting the low
lights, and I murmur an apology, I’m not even quite sure what I
say, I can’t hear it myself.
Before he can say anything, though, Conlan’s
voice carries over to us from where he waits by Maclin. “You know,
I think I should check on Marie.” Ellington turns and Dylan’s hands
find my waist again, a tentative touch that makes me angry, he
shouldn’t have to feel unsure and awkward with me, we
shouldn’t be made to feel like this, like we’re doing something
evil and wrong. Conlan points towards the corridor that leads to
the med lab and shrugs halfheartedly. “Just to say goodnight, you
know. Tell her to hold on. They’ll be back soon, right?”
He looks at me and for the first time I
realize what he’s doing. Distracting Ellington, he hasto be