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my house when I was eleven years old. He personally forced me into his car. Personally delivered me to his institution.” Her smile was so bitter I could taste it on our tongue. “He’s moved up in life since then. But we were personally acquainted once.”
    The phone rang. Numbly, I answered.
    “It’s Christoph again,” the voice on the other end said. “Put Sabine back on.”
    I handed the phone over. Sabine walked a little ways away, her back to us, the phone cord stretched out behind her. “Yeah, I’m watching. Christoph, calm down; I’ll be right there.” The phone clanged back into its cradle. Sabine was already moving for the door. “I’ve got to go. Christoph’s going to explode if I don’t find him.”
    “Are you going to the meeting tomorrow night?” I called after her.
    “It’s not going to be tomorrow night anymore.” Jackson hurried after Sabine, speaking over his shoulder. “Peter should be back home in less than an hour. Meeting will probably be late tonight, once everyone’s off work.”
    “I—” I began to say, just as Sabine asked, “You guys are going to be there, right?”
    “Emalia’s against it.” I shrugged, shaking our head. “She’s worried we’ll—I don’t know—get snatched off the street or something.”
    Sabine nodded. “I’ll talk to Peter, see what I can do.”
    We said our good-byes, and then Sabine and Jackson were gone. The television played some commercial about toaster pastries. I put it on mute.
    I sank onto the couch. After a moment, Ryan joined me.
    “Jaime will be all right.” He took our shoulder, tried to guide us gently against the backrest. “He’s with Dr. Lyanne.”
    Dr. Lyanne, who was also in hiding. Who had been wrong about the government’s views on Nornand. But what was the point of saying all that aloud? It wouldn’t help.
    “Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. We’ll all be fine.”
    
Addie said. I didn’t bother responding. Our gaze drifted away from Ryan and to the small paper bag he’d set by the couch. I’d forgotten all about it.
    “Did you make something?” I asked.
    “Yeah. Here.” He handed me the bag. Whatever it was, it was heavy for its size. “It’s for you.”
    “It’s not another salt-and-pepper shaker, is it?”
    He smiled faintly. “Not exactly.”
    The paper bag crinkled as I opened it. I drew out a small metal bird, just the right size to fit in our cupped hands. Its spread wings framed the round face of a clock, its eyes staring upward, head arched back, as if looking to the sky.
    Ryan tapped a fingertip against the clockface. “It plays music when the alarm goes off. Not great music or anything, because I got the recording from—well, anyway . . .” His fingers slid down the metal’s cool, smooth ridges until they touched my hands. “You said you didn’t like the one Emalia gave you. Since it sounds like—since it’s so loud.”
    Since it sounded like a siren.
    “Thanks.” My eyes traced the overlap of our fingers, up his arm, catching against the way his shirt creased down from his shoulder, across his chest, up to the hard edge of his chin, his mouth, his nose, his eyes. “Thanks,” I said again, but softer, because he was leaning toward me. My eyes closed.
    His lips brushed against my cheek.
    I held utterly still, and so did he. As if sudden movement would break something. As if tasting his mouth against mine—as if being less than so,
so
careful—
    Would cause something to shatter.
    I didn’t want to be careful. I didn’t want to have to stay so
still
, or try
so hard
to keep always that breath of distance. That last-minute shift of his mouth from mine.
    I didn’t want to think about Addie. Or Devon.
    Just for a second.
    Just for a moment.
    Just for this
one moment—
    But I had to. My body did not belong solely to me. That was the way it was, no matter how utterly unfair it sometimes felt.
    “It’s going to be okay, Eva,”