best him.
“You sure you want to do that?” I wasn’t overly enthused with the idea of beating up some poor guy just trying to do his job. And he didn’t look overly enthused with it, either. His hand rested on the butt of his taser, but he hesitated to withdraw it. “You can say you lost it. We can forget this ever happened. I don’t know what they told you about me, but they’re liars. If I can finish what I’ve started everyone will know just how deceitful they really are. You don’t want to be a part of that, trust me.”
Not exactly Legion material—I never would have let me go—he opted to do the smart thing, continuing his patrol route without another word, as though nothing had happened.
In all honesty, I couldn’t believe it had actually worked. That I was standing there with the means to go back and collect the proof we needed to expose the Legion. That I was really doing this.
It wasn’t my crux, but I had to believe that my body had stabilized enough to withstand one more jump using someone else’s. Squeezing it in my hand, I shut my eyes and hoped I’d come out in one piece on the other side.
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“Aura? Aura!”
I turned at the sound of his voice and took a moment to orient myself. I was standing outside the bank of lockers at the hospital, and Sayer was bearing down on me like a man on a mission.
“Aura, we have to—”
“I’m not her.” I’d already heard this spiel once and I didn’t have time to go through it all again.
“What?”
“I’m not Aura. Well, I am Aura, but not the Aura you’re looking for. She’s in Ballard’s office.”
“I don’t understand. How can—?” He never was very quick on the uptake.
“Think about it.”
I gave him a moment to mull that over and watched as suspicion and curiosity lit his eyes. “You’re . . . from the future?”
Winner, winner, chicken dinner. “And it didn’t even take you as long as I expected.”
“I have other things on my mind.”
“I know. The Legion’s onto you and you have to make a run for it.”
“But you’re from the future, so that means everything’s going to be okay, right? Aura’s . . . You’re going to be okay?”
“You know I can’t tell you that. And you know as well as I do that the future changes all the time. Just my being here may have already changed where the two of you will end up, but I didn’t have a choice. I need that file.”
Sayer shifted the folder in his hands. “I was going to hide it—”
“In the locker, I know. Trust me, it doesn’t work out.”
“But what if we need it?” Sayer’s eyes swiveled to Ballard’s office door and back down the hallway. We were running out of time and we both knew it.
“Then come back and get it. Sayer, you know I wouldn’t ask for this if it wasn’t a matter of life or death.”
“ My life or death?” His head cocked to the side and I missed the way my Sayer’s hair would have fallen in his eyes. “You risked coming back here, now, for me?”
“Sayer . . . Please. Give me the file.”
Such a light thing, it felt too unsubstantial to possibly contain the downfall of our entire way of life, but there it was. And I held it in the palm of my hand.
“Be careful with that,” Sayer warned. “I have to go. I have to get her . . . you . . . out of here.”
“Go. Thank you.” I tucked the file inside my jacket for safe keeping. “And Sayer . . .”
“Hmm?”
“Kiss me already, would ya?”
“Kiss . . . you?” He looked a little flabbergasted, and if I hadn’t been such a rush I might have laughed at him.
“Not me, me. Your me.”
“ My you?”
“Yeah. Your me. She is yours. She just doesn’t know it yet. Do you both a favor and make her realize it before it’s too late.” My heart clenched at the thought that that might be true, that it might be too late for us.
How could I have been so blind to what was right in front of me for so many years? The first thing I was going to do when I saw