7
Elle
Alec and I walk back from lunch. My brain is all foggy, and not because of Jacoby’s surprise visit.
I can’t believe I did all that.
How could I risk my security and tell Alec I’m a warden, too? Even Bry doesn’t know. But that’s not even the worst thing I did today.
Why did I ask Alec to visit Cynder Mercantile?
It wasn’t anything I planned to do. The question just fell out of my mouth. Sure, I think about the store all the time. I wonder about the animates as well. Jacoby says they’re all fine, but he’s not exactly Mister Honest. And I’d rather see things for myself.
If there’s one consolation, it’s how Bry turns eighteen soon. That should keep all of us busy for a while. Maybe Alec will forget I ever gave him that dare.
Somehow I doubt it, though.
