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"
Hmmm
.
.
.
"
he
mused
as
he
quickly
finished
.
"
It
seems
I
’
m
going
to
have
to
tamper
with
your
memory
.
"
Before
I
could
react
,
he
pulled
me
from
the
Jeep
and
set
my
feet
on
the
ground
.
It
was
barely
misting
now
;
Alice
was
going
to
be
right
.
"
Tamper
with
my
memory
?
"
I
asked
nervously
.
"
Something
like
that
.
"
He
was
watching
me
intently
,
carefully
,
but
there
was
humor
deep
in
his
eyes
.
He
placed
his
hands
against
the
Jeep
on
either
side
of
my
head
and
leaned
forward
,
forcing
me
to
press
back
against
the
door
.
He
leaned
in
even
closer
,
his
face
inches
from
mine
.
I
had
no
room
to
escape
.
"
Now
,
"
he
breathed
,
and
just
his
smell
disturbed
my
thought
processes
,
"
what
exactly
are
you
worrying
about
?
"
"
Well
,
um
,
hitting
a
tree
-
"
I
gulped
"
-
and
dying
.
And
then
getting
sick
.
"
He
fought
back
a
smile
.
Then
he
bent
his
head
down
and
touched
his
cold
lips
softly
to
the
hollow
at
the
base
of
my
throat
.
"
Are
you
still
worried
now
?
"
he
murmured
against
my
skin
.
"
Yes
.
"
I
struggled
to
concentrate
.
"
About
hitting
trees
and
getting
sick
.
"
His
nose
drew
a
line
up
the
skin
of
my
throat
to
the
point
of
my
chin
.
His
cold
breath
tickled
my
skin
.
