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neck. Looks away. “He’ll be all right.”
    “Can I see him?”
    Kenji sighs. Turns to the girls. Says, “Hey, can we get a second alone?” and the 2 of them are suddenly in a hurry to go.
    “Of course,” Sara says.
    “No problem,” Sonya says.
    “We’ll give you some privacy,” they say at the same time.
    And they leave.
    Kenji grabs 1 of the chairs pushed up against the wall and carries it over to my bed. Sits down. Props the ankle of 1 foot on the knee of the other and leans back. Links his hands behind his head. Looks at me.
    I shift on the mattress so I’m better seated to see him. “What is it?”
    “You and Kent need to talk.”
    “Oh.” I swallow. “Yes. I know.”
    “Do you?”
    “Of course.”
    “Good.” He nods. Looks away. Taps his foot too fast against the floor.
    “What?” I ask after a moment. “What are you not telling me?”
    His foot stops tapping but he doesn’t meet my eyes. He covers his mouth with his left hand. Drops it. “That was some crazy shit you pulled back there.”
    All at once I feel humiliated. “I’m sorry, Kenji. I’m so sorry—I didn’t think—I didn’t know—”
    He turns to face me and the look in his eyes stops me in place. He’s trying to read me. Trying to figure me out. Trying, I realize, to decide whether or not he can trust me. Whether or not the rumors about the monster in me are true.
    “I’ve never done that before,” I hear myself whisper. “I swear—I didn’t mean for that to happen—”
    “Are you sure?”
    “What?”
    “It’s a question, Juliette. It’s a legitimate question.” I’ve never seen him so serious. “I brought you here because Castle wanted you here. Because he thought we could help you—he thought we could provide you with a safe place to live. To get you away from the assholes trying to use you for their own benefit. But you come here and you don’t even seem to want to be a part of anything. You don’t talk to people. You don’t make any progress with your training. You do nothing, basically.”
    “I’m sorry, I really—”
    “And then I believe Castle when he says he’s worried about you. He tells me you’re not adjusting, that you’re having a hard time fitting in. That people heard negative things about you and they’re not being as welcoming as they should be. And I should kick my own ass for it, but I feel sorry for you. So I tell him I’ll help. I rearrange my entire goddamn schedule just to help you deal with your issues. Because I think you’re a nice girl who’s just a little misunderstood. Because Castle is the most decent guy I’ve ever known and I want to help him out.”
    My heart is pounding so hard I’m surprised it’s not bleeding.
    “So I’m wondering,” he says to me. He drops the foot he was resting on his knee. Leans forward. Props his elbows on his thighs. “I’m wondering if it’s possible that all of this is just coincidence . I mean, was it just some crazy coincidence that I ended up working with you? Me? One of the very few people here who have access to that room? Or was it coincidence that you managed to threaten me into taking you down to the research labs? That you then, somehow, accidentally, coincidentally, unknowingly punched a fist into the ground that shook this place so hard we all thought the walls were caving in?” He stares at me, hard. “Was it a coincidence,” he says, “that if you’d held on for just a few more seconds, this entire place would’ve collapsed in on itself?”
    My eyes are wide, horrified, caught.
    He leans back. Looks down. Presses 2 fingers to his lips.
    “Do you actually want to be here?” he asks. “Or are you just trying to bring us down from the inside?”
    “What?” I gasp. “No—”
    “Because you either know exactly what you’re doing— and you’re a hell of a lot sneakier than you pretend to be—or you really have no clue what you’re doing and you just have really shitty luck. I haven’t decided