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And then there’s this ice breath in my veins along with it, they seem to be… at war. The ice seems safe, but the heat…”
    Fear shredded her stomach as she watched him pace and growl now. Heat. She remembered how hot the room got that night when Jared was there , remembered she’d wanted to ask about that. “The heat, what? Wants to hurt?”
    He roared and dropped to his knees. “Stop! Stop it!”
    She stared at him, suddenly scared out of her mind at what he was saying. This wasn’t normal science, and try as she did to make it normal, he kept adding these impossible components and making this all seem… not natural. But wait a minute, God was science to her, what was she thinking?
    Her “stupid” switch kicked into gear and she hurried and knelt before the unstable human. She’d treat it like an episode of some sort. Taking hold of his distractingly rock hard shoulders, she shook him. “Snap out of it! Right now!”
    He looked at her, his face shiny with sweat, breathing like he fought a thousand men.
    She nodded at seeing hi s eyes clear a little. “That’s it. Get control of yourself.” She couldn’t imagine how frightening it was to him. The poor man. No sooner the thought hit, he became a snarling animal again, and that close up, it scared the shit out of her and she fell back.
    He was on her then, his hand hot around her throat, his face right before hers, breath a fire in her lungs, mixed with those painful shards of cold she’d felt that night. She gasped with wide eyes as he strangled her, fighting herself, fighting the fear that would trigger him. Impossible when she was triggered by strangulations!
    This was just a drill. This wasn’t real. He wouldn’t kill her. He wouldn’t…
    Something hard pressed into her thigh as he growled, and right there in the middle of dying, her rebellious, lonely body immediately knew what it was and like a dry shriveled leaf in the rain, she responded to it, answered it with a thrust of her hips. It was purely instinct. Delirious death reflexes.
    He leapt off and the shock in his face seemed to cut the power surge in half. Plastered up against the wall as though she’d been the perpetrator, he eyed her with wide eyes.
    She got up and held a hand out to him, holding on to her anger. “Listen to me. Mister.” She heaved and coughed a few times. “You will not do that again, do you understand?”
    He closed his eyes and nodded, covering his face with both hands. “Why do I need to kill scared people , Isadore? What is wrong with me? And people who are bad.” He dropped his hands and stared at them. “I want to kill bad people too. And…” he slowly raised his head, torment drawing his brows, “weak people. I want to hurt weak people, Isadore. Weak and scared people, they make me… sick. ”
    Isadore was speechless with a Well shit. That’s not good .
    He shot a hand out as though warding her fear off. “Sorry!” she exclaimed. “It’s just… this is new to me.”
    He stared at her, winded again. “I hate it even in myself. Any kind of weakness or-or imperfection, it’s like I have to have everything perfect. But look around us, what is there that’s perfect?” The conundrum was clear in his wide eyes. “Nothing is perfect!” he said, angry and pacing now. “What is wrong with me? I need answers.”
    “I will get you answers .” She fought to sound confident.
    He turned to her, hope in his bright green eyes. “How?”
    “I’m a goddamn scientist, that’s how,” she snapped.
    He closed the distance and pulled her into his arms and hugged her, sending her emotions running for cover.
    “Uh… I can’t…”
    He shoved her away with wide eyes.
    “Don’t do that!” she exclaimed, putting a yard’s distance between them.
    He appeared confused, looking at her like he’d just stumbled into yet another pile of shit. “Why does your body do that?”
    The question threw her. “Do what? Use your new found words and speak plainly.”
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