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