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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
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  46. Acknowledgments
  47. About the Author
  48. A Sneak Peek of You Will Be Mine
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  50. Back Cover

Evan insists I use the bathroom first, and I’m thankful, because I don’t know how much longer I can stay awake. I need to curl up in bed and close my eyes. I need this damn headache to go away.

Will there be any lingering effects from the extreme light exposure? I don’t know how long you have to be exposed for that to happen. We were in there for a couple of hours, and there were moments of complete darkness, too, which only made it worse when the lights turned back on.

I think I’ll be okay.

You have to be okay.

When I’m finished brushing my teeth, showering, and changing into the new clothes I brought back, I head straight to bed. No one stops me as I walk through the main room, understanding that I need to go to bed.

I’m not really feeling in a chatty mood.

Slipping into bed, I tug the quilt around my body and close my eyes. Sleep may not come quickly, but at least I can lie here in the dark and be still.

After about five minutes, or it could have been many more, I’ve lost the ability to count, Evan creeps into the room. I hear his footsteps getting louder, and then he climbs the ladder to the top of the bunk next to mine.

His head hits the pillow with a light thud, and he sighs quietly.

I wonder what he’s thinking? Was it easier or harder for him having me there? He’s done the room before but on his own. He took on the role of protector. Did that give him enough of a distraction?

“Evan?” I whisper.

“Yeah?”

I smile at the gentle tone in his voice. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Are you?”

“I guess. My head doesn’t feel good.”

“No, but it’ll go away.”

Evan lifts his arm, flopping it over his head and into my bunk. Biting my lip as my smile grows, I lift my arm up and grip his hand. That has to be uncomfortable for him, his arm resting on the wooden side of the bunk and bent back, but he doesn’t seem to care.

In fact, it only takes a few minutes before I hear his breathing getting heavier, and only a few minutes more until I follow.

31

I wake early as usual. Evan’s hand is still beside my head, but sometime in the night, I let go.

Sitting up, I rub my eyes. The ache in my head has subsided, but it’s still very much there. I kick off my covers and sneak a look at Evan as I turn around to go down the ladder.

He’s still asleep, and I’m sure as hell not waking him up.