Book 18: Another Body

Skye

Alex holds my gaze for several seconds. Two weeks of separation and the gravity of the last six hours crush the space between us, turning the rest of the world to nothing but static noise. He runs his fingers through his damp hair and nods to himself like he’s just made an executive decision.

Toby lingers just within view–waiting for the same thing I am.

Direction. Any kind of direction about how to move forward… for him. As a team. His friends. Me… whatever I am to him.

“Meet me in my office in an hour. If anyone asks, I’m going through the data about the collapse,” he tells Toby, who takes the command as the dismissal it is, and within the space of two thundering heartbeats, we’re alone.

“I wasn’t going to let you die,” I say, closing my arms around my middle, preparing for a