“How does he do it?” I asked, shaking my head.
“Strange things happen all the time in Prospero. Want to dance?” Haley asked.
Music had begun playing again, a nice slow song.
“Sure,” I said. Smiling, she gave me back my shirt and waited for me to put it on before resting her hand on my shoulder.
We looked into each other’s eyes, each trying to come up with the nerve to say something but failing. Finally, we started talking at once, then stopped.
“You go first,” I said.
“No, you,” she said.
“Okay…” I said. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for hurting you. That’s the last thing I wanted to do.”
“I know that…” she said. “It’s just… with everything with the Splinters, and the Slivers, and Robbie, it just feels like everything is building toward something really bad, and I don’t know if w
