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“That’s not what I meant—” I said.

“Remove her from me,” S’lec-Quos said, falling back upon his throne of skulls. “I have grown bored with her.”

“You can’t do this!” I screamed. “You can’t do this!”

A flash of white and Not George Clooney’s device turned my body floppy once more. He wheeled me out of the room and back into the hall.

Outside I might be dead to the world, inside, I screamed bloody murder—

A knock came at the palace suite door. The Changeling—Not George Clooney—stood over me, neutralizer primed to fire.

“Were you expecting somebody?” he said.

I shook my head, terrified of what he might do.

The knock came again.

Not George Clooney tucked the device away.

“Answer it,” he said. “If you try anything, it will not end well for you or your visitor.”

I got up, smoothed down my dress, and rearranged my hair in a mirror. My throat was parched. I moved for the door.

If I threw it open and ran, would the creature catch me? Perhaps not here but he would. One day.

I checked over my shoulder. The Changeling was gone, hiding in one of the many dark recesses.

I eased the door open and was surprised to find Kal standing on the other side.

“Kal,” I said. “Is something wrong?”

If there’s not, I’ve got plenty to share around.

All thought of the kiss we almost shared had flown out the window. Right then, I could only think of one thing.

I had to convince him to share his political allegiance with me. Get him to reveal his deepest, darkest secrets.

But how did you do that with someone you hardly knew? It was hard enough with a close and dear friend.

“I have something I wanted to ask you,” Kal said.

To join the rebel fight? To help you with lying to the Changelings? Give me a hint, something to take back to the aliens! Please!

He was staring at me. Had I been silent for too long?

I opened the door.

“Would you like to come in?” I said.

Please do. I don’t want to be alone in here with that creature.

He hesitated but stepped inside. I shut the door behind him and led him into the room. He paused when he saw the bedsheets lying on the floor. He turned to me questioningly.

“Humans… prefer sleeping on the floor,” I said by way of explanation.

Kal made a soft “Huh” noise.

“That’s how Titans traditionally sleep too,” he said.

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