Chapter 82

“We’re not sick, baby. We haven’t been exposed. If they keep us

down here until the scare is over, that’s understandable—”

“I want you here,” Dylan declares.

“With me. This separate cells shit is notunderstandable,

not at all.”

I silence him with a kiss. “If they let

Shanley in,” I explain, “then he might have something in that

pharmacy of his to destroy the virus. At any rate, he can help

Marie.”

“What about us?” Dylan raises his

voice, indignant, until he’s shouting down the corridor because he

knows there’s someone with me, there has to be. “What the fuck

about us? That’s what I’d like to know. What—”

“Dylan, shh,” I admonish. Ellington

shifts uncomfortably and even Conlan glances at us over his

shoulder—has Dylan been like this the whole time? Knowing my boy,

more than likely. “With Shanley here, he’ll talk sense into them.

He’ll run those tests of his and prove we’re not carrying

anything—”

Dylan groans. “Not thatagain,” he