He kisses me hard on the mouth, and then the stairwell goes all Evanless. “Yes.” He doesn’t sound too confident about it, though. But it’s the shortest path to the farthest spot.” “What’s due north?” I ask, pushing against his fingers. What am I going to do, put a gun to his head? He’s gotten this far, I tell myself. “You left me, remember?” He spreads his fingers over my heart, like he’s holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory he’s won fair and square. “We’ll go over it later.” I grab Evan’s hand in both of mine and press it against my chest. “I was wrong when I said I was both and neither.
His voice is too soft, too sad, too much like a good-bye voice. “Cassie.” I don’t like the way he says my name. I love Evan Walker so much he better not die in the last star. You don’t know you’ll be able to find me.” “That’s right.” My hand flails for his in the dark.
I know what this means and I slap his hand away.
