"idk.yet"

Chapter 22

My smile leaves as the first thing I'm met with is blue eyes. Normally they would make me smile, but recently things have been complicated. I can feel his sudden rush of emotions, and if it wasn't for the fact that he's holding me I would have fallen down.

"You have been talking to him again," he whispers. "I could feel it. Why?"

I want to push him away, but I can feel him shaking more than I am. I can feel how fragile Killen really is. I take a deep breath and put a hand on his forearm. "I don't try to, he just contacts me randomly."

"Did he learn anything?"

"No," I shake my head, "not that I know of. He doesn't know my name either."

Killen looks away and nods his head. "Good, good, good," he repeats. " and you're sure he doesn't know anything?"

I feel a slight pang of hurt considering he doesn't believe me, "I'm certain."

But I wasn't, I couldn't be certain of everything. But Killen doesn't need to know that. As far as he's concerned everything is fine. As far as anything's concerned everything is fine, or at least that's what I will tell myself.

Killen let's go of me and slumps against the door next to me. I take the chance to look out the window. It's still dark, but I doubt it will stay like that. I think it's closer to the morning.

"He say anything of importance?"

"Nope."

"Everything okay?"

"Nope."

"You still mad at me?"

"I'm getting over it."

He runs a hand through his hair, " I had that coming didn't I?"

"Yep."

Now it's my turn to ask questions.

"You drink last night?"

"Yep."

"How many bottles?"

"Only two."

Not bad, not bad. I look at Killen. He doesn't look too bad, and his breath doesn't stink. I can smell the mint in his mouth wash. I'm going to assume he woke up to do something before he came and found me.

"How strong?"

"Not very."

I don't question it any further. Instead, I look past him to the window, the dome in the darkness. I'm going to be leaving today.

"When do we leave?"

"Around eight."

"What ti-"

"It's probably around three or four," He answers quickly. "I woke up at one before you ask." He looks at me directly. "You went swimming yesterday?"

"Yeah."

"Your hair's still wet and it doesn't smell like your conditioner." He tugs at one of my strands and releases it. The coil bounces back. I slap his hand away from my hair.

"Leave my hair alone!" I hiss. He grabs another strand and does the same thing. "Killen!"

He does it again and this time when I slap his hand away he grabs my arm and engulfs me in a bear hug. "Killen!" I try to yell out but because his biceps are covering my face it comes out muffled. "Cifeen!"

I try to hit him, but it's like trying to slap a brick wall. Completely effing useless. Killen rubs the top of my hair, moving my curls all over my hair and overall making it frizzy. Now that does it.