“So why did you follow me here?”
I watch as he walks to the window, he looks out into the night’s darkness, then he turns and looks at me,
“do you have any idea what is really going on here?”
“The shadows on the wall…. started to give it away,” I say and back away a little
“The shadows?” his gaze even in the dark room seem to glow like kryptonite
“They look like bats on the wall,” I say but I keep moving back from him even as he notices I do, “at first I thought ….”
He backs me up to the wall and pins me there, his hand going up the back of my neck as he twists his fingers in my hair to hold me there,
“what did you think, duva?”
“I thought I dreamed them but I realized ….you’ve been spying on me with drones all this time!” I reach to free his grasp
He laughs,
“you really think I have drones watching you? You were closer to accurate when you were dreaming —what if I told you ….no, let’s not do this here, let’s not talk about it now ….”
“What?” but I notice something odd about his face which I’d never noticed before …. “Jörn ….why did you ask about Gerald?” I say this as I watch his pulse beating blue through his skin and reach to turn his face to me ….his eyes …. “Jörn ….” but now I hear it, something in his breathing and watch that strange glow of electric and I whisper, “the time in the stairwell too …. but ….what is it—it’s something, isn’t it—I mean —why bats?”
Suddenly he grins in that way as he watches my eyes as if expecting me to say something but ….the words never form
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