Chapter 109

“How did heget it?”

Dylan’s arms tighten around me possessively.

“Did he touch you?” he wants to know. “If you’re sick and it’s his

fault, I’ll tear his arms off. Which one is he again?”

“Baby,” I whisper, patting Dylan’s

hand, “hush.”

He sighs. “Neal, tell me—”

“We got in a little… argument,” I say.

“Nothing major, don’t worry. He didn’t touchme.” But he

wanted to,I add silently. Still, I know Dylan well enough to

know that if I tell him what happened, the way Tobin came onto me,

the way he touched himself while looking at me—if I told him

that, he’d be down in the quarantine ward in two seconds,

ripping every single one of those ratty curls out of the kid’s

head. Much as I might like to see that happen, I don’t think that

would be a prudent course of action right this second, seeing as

how these people are finally beginning to trust us.

Well, to trust Shanley, at any rate.

“How do you think it spreads?” I ask him, trying to move on.