Theteasinglinehe’dpreparedjammedinhisthroattheinstaouchedherwrist.
Eventhroughthethinfabricofhershirt,hecouldfeelhhteninglyhotherskinwas—likeshe’dbeenpulledstraightoutofafurnace.
“Letgo…”Cra’svoicewashoarse,likesandpaperscraping.Shetriedtopullherhandback,butshehadnthanywhereinherbody.“I’mgoingtobete…eseliteraturereview…”
Instinctively,shestilltriedtopushherselftowardtheelevator.
Elian’sbrowstwistedintoahardknot.
Watgher—clearlyabouttocolpse,yetstillgingstubbornlyto“cramschoolrules”—somethingsharpsurgedupinsidehim:irritation,andangerhedidn’tknowwheretoput.
“Whatreview?Youbarelystand!”
Heyankedherawayfromtheelevatorwithoutmercy.TheforcethrewCraoffbandshecollidedstraightintohissolidchest.
Afaintsoapst—,boyish—closedaroundherinstantly.
Studentsiared,startled.Eliandidn’tcare.HeliftedhisotherhandandpresseditdirectlytoCra’sforehead,notbtohideit.
Theheatthathithispalmmadehimsuabreath.
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