This is what I screamed at her. It was easier than screaming, You made me trust you! You made me think you were her! With only three lousy months of practice, you made me think you were human! You made me think you were a survivor. You made me think you were someone like me. And then you made me take Ben down here myself, right into your “Warehouse” when all I’ve been trying to do is keep him from ending up in it.
“You’ve been after him since you got here!” I shouted out loud.
“This is not about your boyfriend!” Splinter-Haley shouted back.
“Ben is not my boyfriend!” I lit the aerosol again and touched the jet to side of her neck. “I killed my boyfriend!” I moved the flame up her face, wanting to see it leave a deeper impression. “Your people made me do it!”
The fire wasn’t nearly enou
