Theteasinglinehe’dpreparedjammedinhisthroattheinstaouchedherwrist.

        Eventhroughthethinfabricofhershirt,hecouldfeelhhteninglyhotherskinwas—likeshe’dbeenpulledstraightoutofafurnace.

        “Letgo…”Cra’svoicewashoarse,likesandpaperscraping.Shetriedtopullherhandback,butshehadnthanywhereinherbody.“I’mgoingtobete…eseliteraturereview…”

        Instinctively,shestilltriedtopushherselftowardtheelevator.

        Elian’sbrowstwistedintoahardknot.

        Watgher—clearlyabouttocolpse,yetstillgingstubbornlyto“cramschoolrules”—somethingsharpsurgedupinsidehim:irritation,andangerhedidn’tknowwheretoput.

        “Whatreview?Youbarelystand!”

        Heyankedherawayfromtheelevatorwithoutmercy.TheforcethrewCraoffbandshecollidedstraightintohissolidchest.

        Afaintsoapst—,boyish—closedaroundherinstantly.

        Studentsiared,startled.Eliandidn’tcare.HeliftedhisotherhandandpresseditdirectlytoCra’sforehead,notbtohideit.

        Theheatthathithispalmmadehimsuabreath.

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