- Nibbling on my finger, I wondered how I’d go through the guard. Again. Could lying help me get inside? And what if Jude caught me?
- I stared at the bulky guard, mentally pep talking myself to do it and not panic so much. Jude wouldn’t actually hurt me, would he? My hand sought the needle box in my pocket, and I straightened my back, continuing forward. The guard was dressed in all black, staring forward with a blank expression. The wall on his side gleamed in my face with its fires and threatening images. My bones churned.
- The dude twisted his head to the left and looked at me with a frown. Well, I wasn’t happy to see him either!