As much as I wanted to stay awake and savor the time I had left remaining with Kyer, the whirlwind events of the day conspired against me. Within minutes after falling silent, my eyes slipped shut. I felt so protected, there in Kyer’s arms, so warm, so right. In his embrace, I fell asleep.
If I dreamed, I didn’t remember what images played out in my mind while I was out. All I knew was the surety of my Other beside me, the steady beat of his heart against mine, the faint ruffle of his breath over my skin. I slept better than I had in days, and only woke when the chimes rang to signal the morning.
For a long moment, I stayed in Kyer’s arms, resisting the inevitable. When I woke, I would be forced to become someone I wasn’t. Someone the Colony wanted me to be. Someone fake, someone I hated
