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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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Something in my voice or my expression makes her believe me. This is the first day in here that I feel helpless. I want to know why they took only me and Evan. What was the point in hurting him? Why force me to me to watch? It doesn’t make sense that it was only us. Like it doesn’t make sense that Theo and I were let out. We were always the first ones up, so they had to know it would be us.

35

Two days later and Evan is looking a lot better. His bottom lip is still slightly swollen, and he’s sporting a pretty decent black eye, but it doesn’t hurt him as much to move around. There is no more wincing when he gets up, although he is walking a little slower than usual.

Right now he is sleeping, something he’s done more of these last two days. His body needs time to heal, and I think his pride does, too. There is no shame in being beaten up, especially not when you were tied down.

Priya is the next best thing to a nurse and has fixed him up as best she can.

My cheek is almost back to its usual pale color, too; the mark left by Matt is nearly gone. The physical scars of that day are healing. But when I lie in bed and wait for that music to play before I sleep, all I can see is Evan’s broken body slumped over in the chair.

They made me watch my friend being hurt. I don’t know what I would have done if it had been Hazel in Evan’s place. It’s hardly a secret that the stress of this situation has meant Hazel and I haven’t been as close as usual, and I’ve spent a lot of time with Evan. Is that why they chose him? If it is, I’m grateful for the distance between me and my best friend. I will keep it that way if it stops her from being hurt.

Or maybe this has nothing to do with me at all. Though why would I be brought out there to witness Evan’s beating if it didn’t?

There’s another unanswered question to add to the ever growing list.

It’s midafternoon, a particularly boring time in here when lunch is done and we’ve exhausted good conversation in the morning. There are very few new subjects to discuss since we’re stuck in this small room.

The speaker above me crackles, and my spine stiffens. Caleb’s voice echoes through the room. “Evan to the waiting room.”

“No,” I whisper.

“Again?” Priya says, shaking her head. “Why do they keep picking him?”

“He’ll be okay,” Theo replies.

Ignoring them, I walk toward the bedroom. Evan opens the door just as I get to it. His jaw is tight, posture hunched.