Something flickers across his face, there and gone. "You don't know what I am."
"That's the second time you've said that." I hold his eyes. "You keep saying it like it's a warning. Like there's a real answer and you're daring me to go find it."
"I'm telling you to leave it alone."
"And I'm telling you I've never once left anything alone in my life."
We stand there. The pull between us is so strong it's almost a sound, and I know, I know, that if I reached out right now and touched him, it would happen again, the whole world dropping away, and I want to so badly my hand actually twitches at my side.
Then a voice breaks it.
"Anna?"
Liam. Coming down the hall with his gym bag, still damp from practice, and his face does a complicated thing when he clocks who I'm standing with. Confusio
