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"III" I hate the new Garrett! I sat there staring like a goldfish "I have no idea how to react to this"

(Privately React privately You and I will discuss this later, rim and cool, but he kept a pleasant expression on his face as he watched Garrett Sometimes I loved this telepathy stuff

(I don&039;t knohatyou knohat? I don&039;t even knohat to think about this, never th)

I casually picked up th I didn&039;ttrickedokay, that wasn&039;t true, I did mind I mind that Garrett could lie, and do it so well no one questioned his word

"Hey, Marc hasn&039;t coonna ossip for hirab soht"

"You want to-" I got up and grabbed an elass from the dish strainer, held it out to Jessica, and she carefully filled it with our new flavor experiment, blueberry-banana-and-more-blueberries Sinclair was such a freak for strawberries, ere glad to have some variety "I&039;ll run this up to hi, I can just throw it back in the freezer"

"Tell him he can have the Mystery Machine for the weekend He roup "He wants to head up to Superior for a couple of days"

"Good for him," I said, pleased Marc&039;s social life usually sucked rocks I was glad he&039;d put hiain Let reat guy and settled doith a white picket fence to raise beagle puppies and pick fights with Superior Court rulings on gay reat happily-ever-after to me

And Marc deserved it more than most I always understood why he&039;d beco else Or being anything else It was a cliche, but he was a giver He was never happier than when a situation was improved (hysterical roorader with a scalp laceration, hysterical vampire queen in a Louboutin-less tiet to his room-he was a floor above Sinclair and me, in a little-used section of the mansion He had taken the smallest bedroom for himself, not for the size, but the viewwhen the leaves were gone, you could see the Mississippi from his

I rapped on his closed door He wasn&039;t blasting the Euryth soothed him to sleep faster than Annie Lennox&039;s throaty, raspy, penetrating voice It takes all kinds of people to make a world, or sos at all

And I started to get a bad feeling It wasn&039;t any one thing, it was all of the Not co up into his roo when he knocked Any one of these things would be slightly odd Add the

I tried the knob, already knowing it would be locked And it was, of course I&039;d seen this movie, too And it was no problem for me; I raised my foot and slammed my heel into the wood just below the lock The old, thin door didn&039;t have a chance It didn&039;t have a chance because orried about locked bedroo, heavy, securely bolted doors in the base the Marc Thing Doors behind which we thought the Marc Thing would tell us i that was exactly what he had done

I shoved the rest of the door open with a twist of my hip as I shot inside The room was small, like I mentioned, and I immediately sahat he had done

I sahat he had snuck off to do when no one would co, when no one would stop telling stories about how great she hen no one would call 911, when no one would stop hi hi&039;s voice urging, co

No one Not even me? How about, especially not me