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Chapter 36

           Shepulledupthesleeveofherleftarm,exposingherbicep.Smallletterswerewrittenacrosstheskininthinblackink.

           "What’sthat?"heasked,leaninginforabetterlook.

           "Readityourself."

           Thelettersweremessy,buthecouldmakethemoutwhenhegotcloseenough.

           WICKEDisgood

           Thomas’sheartbeatfaster."I’veseenthatwordwicked."Hesearchedhismindforwhatthephrasecouldpossiblymean."Onthelittlecreaturesthatlivehere.Thebeetleblades."

           "Whatarethose?"sheasked.

           "JustlittlelizardlikemachinesthatspyonusfortheCreatorsthepeoplewhosentushere."

           Teresaconsideredthatforamoment,lookingoffintospace.Thenshefocusedonherarm."Ican’trememberwhyIwrotethis,"shesaidasshewetherthumbandstartedrubbingoffthewords."Butdon’tletmeforgetithastomeansomething."

           ThethreewordsranthroughThomas’smindoverandover."Whendidyouwriteit?"

           "WhenIwokeup.Theyhadapenandnotepadnexttothebed.InthecommotionIwroteitdown."

           Thomaswasbaffledbythisgirlfirsttheconnectionhe’dfelttoherfromtheverybeginning,thenthemind-speaking,nowthis."Everythingaboutyouisweird.Youknowthat,right?"

           "Judgingbyyourlittlehidingspot,I’dsayyou’renotsonormalyourself.Likelivinginthewoods,doya?"

           Thomastriedtoscowl,thensmiled.Hefeltpathetic,andembarrassedabouthiding."Well,youlookfamiliartomeandyouclaimwe’refriends.GuessI’lltrustyou.

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