POV: Kim
The corridor was empty.
Frank had gone back into the dark the way he did everything — completely, without residue, without a sound — and the kitchen was quiet except for my own breathing, which was not quiet at all, and Jake's, which was.
Jake hadn't moved.
He was still close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him, still had one hand braced on the counter beside me, and he was looking at me with that expression — the one that wasn't the easy smile, the other one, the one I still didn't have a word for — and I was thinking about approximately seventeen things simultaneously and none of them were coherent.
He had his hand—, Panic started.
We know, said Adventurer.
And Frank—
We know.
And Jake said—
WE KNOW.
I pressed both palms flat against the counter behi
