"Whynot?"Lucianasked,stillscrapingtheedgeofthebowlwithhisspoon.

        Moxitookthebowlfromhimandgavehimalightsmackonthehead.

        "Stopactingsopathetic.I''llgetyouanotherbowl."

        Asshewalkedaway,Lucianwatchedherback,histeasinggrinfading.Heletoutaquietsighandshookhishead.

        Somethingsinlifedon''thavea''why.''Theycan''tbeexplainedwithlogic.

        Whenevenyoudon''tfullyunderstandyourself,howcouldanyoneelsepossiblyunderstandyou?

        ***

        Reyastaredattheceiling,herwideeyescatchingthefaintglowofthenightlight.Theclocktickedsteadily,eachsecondlikeameasuredstepinanunyieldingmarchtowardmidnight.

        Thestrangeenergythathadsurgedinsidehernowlaystill,curlingliketwoetherealserpentsretreatingintohiddencornersofherbody.

        Reyatouchedherstomach,tryingtosensetheirpresence.

        Thetwosmallmassesfeltlikesurrenderedremnantsofabattle,restingquietlywithinher,nolongerthrashing.Herbodycooled,theturmoilleavingbehindanemptybattlefield.Initsplace,astrangesensationemerged—hunger,butnotthefamiliarkind.

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