I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.
There were two sides of Julian, she thought, and she remembered a line from something she'd read --Emily Brontë, maybe. Different as a moonbeam and lightning.She wanted to reach the moonbeam part, but...
He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.
This isn't a game," he repeats. It's real. What you do here determines your survival. He pauses. "And the survival of every other person on this planet.I laugh.He doesn't. And that tells me he's eith...