Now I took every opportunity to savor what I had, just in case. In the months since Sam, Nick, and Cas had escaped the Branch's lab, and I'd gone with them, I'd learned that nothing was permanent, not even my memories. Imagined what pencil I would use to sketch him on paper. With my eyes, I traced the dimples made by bones and muscle in his shoulders. In the murky darkness, I could just make out the black lines of his birch tree tattoo spreading across his back, the branches twining down his arms. He lay on his stomach, hands tucked beneath the pillow. In order to see Sam, all I had to do was roll over. There was a moment, before I was fully alert, when I wondered if it was safe to sneak down to the lab.Īnd then I remembered: We weren't at the farmhouse anymore. LIKE CLOCKWORK, I WOKE AFTER MIDNIGHT and immediately had the urge to see Sam.
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