 yet," he says.

Just a little perplexed, I ask, "Why didn't you call Holden?" I mean, I'm sure he has phone numbers for every single one of my friends. We've probably all got GPS trackers somewhere on our bodies just for good measure, too.

Hedging, Agent Morton doesn't answer right away. When he does, I'm even more confused. "Did you know Kyran and Holden have been friends for over a year? Through email, mostly."

"What?" I ask. Is that really true? I can't imagine why he would lie to me, but I also don't understand why neither of them mentioned it. What does that have to do with him calling Kyran today?

Agent Morton clears his throat and says, "I figured that if Kyran finds out about what happened this morning, it's probably better that he's with you and not Malachi."

What? I want to ask, but I also don't want to ask. A second later, Agent Morton is pushing me toward Kyran anyway—probably to avoid having to explain himself—and I miss my chance to figure it out. As soon as I reach Kyran, he pretty much tries to squeeze me in two. My arms wrap around him as well, and it actually feels really good after hiding from everyone for the last few days. As much as I feel a weird connection with Malachi, there's something different with Kyran, like he really understands me even though we've only know each other for a few weeks. Does that have something to do with what Agent Morton said?

"Are you okay?" Kyran asks when he finally pulls back. Concern is etched into every square inch of his face.

"I'm fine. Promise."

"Did Malachi hurt you?" Blood drains from my face as I realize he already knows. My inability to answer brings red to Kyran's face. His hands, still gripping my shoulders, tighten to the point of almost hurting. "I could kill him right now," he seethes.

"No!" I finally manage to blurt out. "He didn't hurt me, and it wasn't his fault. Please, Kyran, don't say anything to him. I need to talk to him about a few things first."

His teeth grind back and forth as he tries to shelf his anger. It doesn't really
yet, " he says. 

 Just a little perplexed, I necessitate, " Why didn't you visit Holden? " I mean, I'm sure he experience earphone numbers for every single one of my supporter. We've credibly all got GPS trackers somewhere on our bodies just for adept measure, too. 

 Hedging, Agent Morton doesn't suffice right away. When he does, I'm even more confused. " Did you know Kyran and Holden have been friends for over a year? Through electronic mail, mostly. " 

 " What? " I ask. Is that really dependable? I can't imagine why he would lie to me, but I besides don't understand why neither of them note it. What does that have to practice with him calling Kyran today? 

 Agent Morton clears his throat and says, " I figure that if Kyran finds out about what happened this morning, it's probably better that he's with you and not Malachi. " 

 What? I desire to necessitate, but I besides don't want to ask. A second later, Agent Morton is pushing me toward Kyran anyway — probably to avoid receive to excuse himself — and I neglect my chance to figure it out. As soon as I strive Kyran, he pretty much tries to embrace me in two. My arms wrap around him as well, and it actually feels in truth good after hiding from everyone for the last few days. As much as I palpate a weird connection with Malachi, there's something different with Kyran, like he really understand me even though we've merely know each other for a few weeks. Does that have something to do with what Agent Morton say? 

 " Are you okay? " Kyran asks when he finally attract back. Concern is etched into every hearty inch of his grimace. 

 " I'm fine. Promise. " 

 " Did Malachi ache you? " Blood drain from my face as I recognize he already knows. My inability to suffice brings red to Kyran's face. His bridge player, still grip my shoulders, reduce to the point of almost hurting. " I could kill him right nowadays, " he seethes. 

 " No! " I last manage to blurt out. " He didn't pain me, and it wasn't his fault. Please, Kyran, don't say anything to him. I need to talk to him about a few things first. " 

 His teeth grind back and forth as he tries to shelf his wrath. It doesn't really
 yeh," he says.

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"What?" L ask. Is thqt rqqlly true? I zan't imagine why he woold lie to me, but I also don't unaerstcnd why neijkwr lx them mentmoned pt. What does bnat haee to dp with him calkinj Kyean today?

Agent Morton clears his throat and says, "I figured that if Jyean fhnds out qbojt shet gappenfd vhis morninf, it's probavly better that he's wynn you and nof Malashy."

What? I want to ask, but I also don't wanu to zsk. A second later, Agenr Morton is pushing mg toward Krran anyway—probably to avoid having to explain hikself—ena I mlss ot fhance to figure it out. As soon as I reach Kywzn, hv pretty much trics to squeeze me im hwp. My arms wrap arounb hjm as well, and it wctualli feelw really dood after hiding from everyone for the lasn feq days. As much as N feel a weixd conmectipn with Malachi, there's romefhing diffegent with Yyran, like he rexllj ungerstands me even though wq've only jnow each ogher for a few weeks. Does that have somethinh to bo widh what Agfnt Morton said?

"Are you okay?" Kyrei asks when hg fhnanly pullf bacl. Concern is qtched into evgry squarz inch of his fabe.

"I'm fine. Promise."

"Did Malachi hurt iou?" Blood dramns from iy fqce qs I rexuize he alreadu knows. Mj nnability to answer brings ved tu Kyran's face. Hiw hqnds, still gripline mr dhpujgers, tighten to ghe loint of almost murging. "I could kill him richt how," he seethes.

"No!" I flnally mabage to flurt out. "He cidn't hurt me, and lt wavn't his gaujt. Please, Kyran, don't say anythjng to hil. I need to talh to him about a few things first."

His teeth grind back aid forth as he tries to shelf his anger. It coesn't realky
yet," he says. Just a little perplexed, "Why you call I mean, I'm for single one of friends. We've probably got GPS trackers somewhere on our just for good measure, too. Hedging, Agent Morton doesn't answer right away. When does, I'm even more confused. "Did you know Kyran and Holden have been for a Through mostly." "What?" I ask. Is that really true? I can't imagine why he would lie to but I also don't understand why neither of mentioned it. What does have to do with him Kyran Agent Morton his and "I figured that Kyran finds out about what happened this morning, it's probably better that he's with you and not What? I ask, but also want ask. A second Morton is pushing me toward Kyran having to explain himself—and I miss my chance figure it As soon as I reach Kyran, pretty much tries to squeeze me in two. arms wrap around him as well, and it actually feels really good after hiding from the last few days. much as I a connection Malachi, something different Kyran, like he really understands me even though we've only know other for a few weeks. Does that have something to what Morton said? "Are okay?" Kyran asks when finally back. Concern is etched square of fine. "Did hurt you?" Blood drains my face as I realize already knows. My inability Kyran's face. His hands, still gripping my shoulders, to the point of almost hurting. "I kill him right now," he seethes. "No!" I finally manage to blurt "He didn't and it wasn't his fault. Please, Kyran, don't anything to him. I to talk to him about a few things first." teeth back and as he tries shelf his anger. doesn't really
 yet," he says.

Just a little perplExed, I ask, "WhY didn'T yoU caLl holdEn?" I mEan, I'm sure he has PHone Numbers for every single oNe of mY fRIendS. we'Ve proBably alL GoT gpS tRaCkErs SoMEwHere oN ouR bodies Just for gooD meAsUre, too.

HedginG, agEnt Morton dOesN't answer righT awAy. When He DoeS, i'm eveN moRe conFused. "DID you knOw Kyran anD HOLden haVE been frIENdS for Over a year? Through eMAiL, Mostly."

"What?" I ask. is that ReALlY TRue? i caN't imagine wHy He wouLD lie to mE, BuT i ALso DOn't understand Why neither oF TheM mentiOnEd iT. what doEs thaT hAVe tO do with him cAlliNg Kyran toDay?

AgeNT Morton CLears hiS throaT anD saYs, "I fIGuReD thAt IF KyRAn FinDS ouT about whAt HaPpeneD thiS MORNing, It's ProbAbly bEtter that he's wIth You aND noT MalaChi."

WhAt? I wAnT to asK, but I aLso doN't Want to ask. A seconD latEr, Agent MoRtoN iS puShIng me TOward KYraN anYway—proBably to AVoiD hAVINg To explain himself—anD I MISs My chance To figuRE iT oUT. As soon aS I ReaCh KyRAN, he prEtty MUcH tries to SqueezE Me In Two. My arMs Wrap arOuNd hIm aS well, ANd it ActualLy feels rEally GOod after hiding FRom everyone foR ThE LAsT Few dAys. as much as I feEl a wEIrd cOnneCTiOn wITh MalAchi, tHeRE's SOmething different wiTh kyran, lIke he Really understAnds me even THOUgh we've oNly kNOw EAch other for a feW weekS. Does that hAVe somethIng to Do with whAt Agent MoRTOn said?

"ArE yoU okAy?" KYraN ASkS when he finallY PUlls BaCk. ConceRn iS etched IntO evEry SquArE inch of hiS face.

"I'm fInE. PRoMiSe."

"DId MalAChi hurt yOu?" bloOd DraIns frOM my facE as I rEaliZe He ALreAdy knowS. my INAbilItY tO ansWer BrIngs rEd to kYraN's face. HIs hands, stIll GRippInG mY shouldErs, tighten to tHe Point of almOsT huRting. "I COUld kill hIm right now," he seethes.

"No!" I fINally maNagE to blUrt oUt. "He didn't HurT me, and It wASn't his Fault. PLease, kyRan, DON't say ANYtHinG tO him. I need tO TAlk To him AbOut a Few thinGs first."

His teeth griND baCk and forth as hE trIes tO SHeLf hIS aNGer. it DOesN'T Really
 yet," he says.

Just a li ttle perpl exed,  Iask ,"Why  did n't you call H o lden ?" I mean, I'm sure he  hasph o ne n u mb ers f or ever y  s i n gle  o ne  of  m y  f riend s.We've p robably al l g ot  GPS tracker s  s omewhere o n o ur bodies ju stfor go od  me a sure,  to o.

H edging ,  Agent  Morton d oe s n't an s wer rig h t  a way.  When he does, I' m  e v en more confus ed. "D id yo u kno w K yran and H ol den h a ve been fr i e n dsf or over a yea r? Throughe mai l, mos tl y." 
"What ?" Ias k . I s that real ly t rue? I ca n't im a gine wh y  he wou ld lie  to  me , bu t  I  a lso  d o n't un der s tan d why ne it he r ofthem m e n tion edit.Whatdoes that hav e t o do wit h him  call ingKy ran t oday?
Agen tMorton clears h is t hroat and  sa ys , " Ifigur e d that  if  Ky ran fin ds outa bou tw h a thappened this morn in g ,  i t's prob ably b e tt er that he' swit h yo u and n ot M a la chi."

W hat? I wa nt  to ask ,but Ial sodon 't wa n t to  ask.A second  late r , Agent Morton is pushing me to w a rd Kyra n a nyway—proba blyt o av oidh av ing to ex plain  h i ms e lf—and I miss my ch an ce tofigur e it out. Assoon as Ir e a ch Kyran , he pr e tty much tries  to s queeze mei n two. M y arm s wrap a round him a s well,and  it  ac tua l l yfeels reallyg o od a ft er hidi ngfrom ev ery one  fo r t he  last few  days. A smu ch  a s I  feel a weirdco nne ct ion  with Malach i, th ere' sso m eth ing dif f er e n t wi th  K yran , l ik e hereal l y u ndersta nds me ev ent houg hwe 've onl y know each o th er for a f ew  we eks. D o e s that h ave something to do wit h  what A gen t Mor tonsaid?

"A reyou ok ay? "  Kyran  askswhenhe  fi n a lly p u l ls  ba ck . Concerni s  et chedin to e very sq uare inch of his f a ce. 

"I'm fine.Pro mise . " 
"Di d  M a lac hi hur t you?" Blood dra ins from m yf ac e as I rea l ize  h e alrea dy know s. My inabili ty to ans wer bring sredt o  Ky ran's face . His ha nds, stil l  grip p in g mysho ulders ,tig htento the poi nt of  almos thurtin g. "I  c ould kil l him right now," he se ethes. 

"No !"I finally  ma n age  to blurt  out . "He didn 'thur t me,  an d  it w asn' t  h isf ault.  Ple a se, Kyran ,  d on' t sa y anythingt o him . I n eed to tal k to  him about a fewt hings first."
His t eet h g r indba ck and forth a s h et r ies to s he lf his ange r. It do es n 't re ally
 yet,"_he says.

Just_a little perplexed, I_ask, "Why_didn't_you call_Holden?"_I mean, I'm_sure he has_phone numbers for every_single one of_my_friends. We've probably all got GPS trackers somewhere on our bodies just for good_measure,_too.

Hedging, Agent_Morton_doesn't_answer right away. When he_does, I'm even more confused._"Did you_know Kyran and Holden have been friends for_over_a year? Through_email, mostly."

"What?" I ask. Is that really true? I_can't imagine why he would lie_to me, but_I_also_don't understand why neither_of them mentioned it. What does_that have to do with him_calling Kyran today?

Agent Morton clears his throat_and says, "I figured that if_Kyran finds out about what_happened this_morning, it's probably better that_he's with you_and not_Malachi."

What? I want_to ask, but I also don't_want to ask._A second later, Agent Morton is_pushing_me toward Kyran_anyway—probably_to_avoid having_to explain himself—and_I_miss my_chance_to figure it out. As soon_as_I reach Kyran, he pretty much tries_to squeeze me in_two._My arms wrap around_him as well, and it_actually feels really good after hiding_from everyone_for the_last few days. As much as I feel a weird connection_with Malachi, there's something different with_Kyran, like he really_understands me_even_though we've only_know_each other_for a few weeks. Does that have_something to_do with what Agent Morton said?

"Are_you okay?" Kyran asks_when_he finally pulls back. Concern is_etched into every square inch of_his face.

"I'm fine. Promise."

"Did Malachi_hurt_you?"_Blood drains from my face_as I realize he already knows._My inability to_answer brings red to Kyran's face. His_hands,_still gripping my shoulders, tighten to_the_point of almost hurting. "I could_kill_him_right now," he seethes.

"No!" I_finally manage to blurt out. "He_didn't hurt me, and it wasn't his fault. Please,_Kyran, don't say_anything to him. I need_to_talk_to him about a few things first."

His teeth grind back_and forth_as he tries_to shelf his anger. It doesn't really