Chapter 89

When I feel the barred door in front of me,

I open my eyes, but I still can’t see anything. I didn’t think it

would be this dark. How much time did I lose disoriented in my

cell? Ten seconds, maybe, which puts me at almost a full minute

gone now, possibly more. I have to pick up the pace.

This door’s only partway open, too, but it’s

larger and I manage to ease through into the main corridor with no

trouble at all. Dylan’s cell block branches off the opposite wall—I

can sense an empty space in front of me, stretching out to either

side. What if there’s someone else in the corridor? Maclin or

Henry, that Tobin kid? I shudder at the thought of running into

thatfreak in the dark, with his lecherous hands and eager

grin. But you’re wasting time,a voice inside my mind

whispers. Don’t worry about what you can’t possibly know, focus

on what you’re after, on Dylan. Only him.

Dylan.The first time we ever kissed,

his lips tender and tentative on mine. The first time he touched