Log Entry 05.06.3021, 06:00
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Oh Jesus. This morning Jareth pulled
me aside after breakfast and asked, “Can I talk to you a minute,
Tylar?”
I was so sure he knew about Rion, so
sure he was going to say something about how I shouldn’t be doing
whatever it is we do when we’re alone together. I could almost hear
the words in his voice—we’re endangering the mission fooling around
like this, he’d say; we need to stop and get each other off our
minds, concentrate on the matter at hand. God. I couldn’t
help but glance over at Rion, laughing at something Paol said, the
two of them still at the table where we eat.
Jareth saw that look. “Just a minute,
that’s all. I just want to tell you something. Please?”
I couldn’t say no to that. Jareth’s my
oldest friend, and he has these ho
