Chapter NineA commotion outside Jill's room prompted her to get up. It was late; the darkness outside the window told her as much, but she wasn't asleep yet anyway. How could she sleep after what happened earlier?
Jill still couldn't reconcile how things had gone so terribly wrong, right after the utter perfection that was their first kiss. She unlocked her door.
"Has anyone seen him?" Eric King demanded.
Jill blinked to let her eyes adjust to the light in the hallway. The incomplete squad came into view. Eric, Adam, Cooper.
Thomas Blackwood was missing, obviously.
"Private Callahan," Eric addressed her, as she awkwardly adjusted the top of her night suit.
"Yes?"
"Have you seen Blackwood?"
She pressed her lips together. It felt wrong to lie to them. But she was covering for herself
