Revive by Tracey Martin Read Free Book Online

were looking for me.”
    Kyle stops but doesn’t let go of me, and I falter. “Those guys went after you.”
    â€œI know.”
    â€œBut you think they’re after someone else?”
    I squeeze my eyes shut, straining for another memory, but one doesn’t show up on demand. That’s wrong too. I feel like there used to be a door in the back of my mind, one I could open at will. From behind it, I could retrieve whatever I needed whenever I needed it. But now it’s dark behind the door, and everything’s fallen. The memories I pull from there are jumbled and senseless. I trip over facts that were once neatly stored.
    â€œI told you—I don’t know. I just have this sense that I’m in danger.” And someone else was in danger too. Kyle? Is that why he’s with me, or is it totally unrelated?
    Danger. Read.
    I chase the unrelated words around in my head. Read what? Something in my backpack? I rifled through it earlier and didn’t see an e-sheet or anything.
    Kyle’s face is pained. No doubt I’m scaring him. And why not? I’m scaring me. This is probably a good reason not to tell him more than I already have. That, and he clearly wasn’t supposed to know what I was doing at RTC.
    Unfortunate, because maybe if he had known, he could fill me in on the stuff I’m missing.
    He starts moving again, though now he’s scanning the surroundings like I am. “That cut—you must have hit your head. I think you need help.”
    Stay away from doctors. That thought triggers my paranoia so that my muscles clench from shoulders to feet. Why do I hate doctors?
    I shake my head at my Kyle. “No, this is helping. My memories are coming back. What did I tell you? Before this happened, I mean.”
    The sun retreats behind a cloud, and the temperature drops several degrees without its light. Our feet crunch on old salt that’s staining the path.
    Kyle zips his jacket higher as the wind picks up. “Last night you said you wanted to get away from campus for a while. Honestly, you seemed disturbed about something, but like you were trying to hide it.”
    â€œBut I didn’t say anything else?”
    He laughs once. “No, but I’m used to it. You’re the only person I’ve ever met more tight-lipped than me. So when you insisted that we had to go today, I figured why not. You really don’t remember any of this?” He pauses in front of me, so close our chests touch. His breath passes over me in white clouds, and his bottom lip sticks out in this adorable way.
    Despite everything, I’m struck by the urge to kiss him. To discover if his lips are as soft as they look. Have I ever done it? I can’t even remember. How sad.
    I chew my lip to keep it from doing something stupid. “Something happened in the bathroom. I blacked out. Everything before that is…” Gone, but I don’t want to admit it. It’s too scary. “Is wrong. Hazy.”
    â€œThat doesn’t sound good.” Kyle winces. “Understatements—I’ve got ’em.”
    I smile but immediately catch the shape of several dark figures moving in my peripheral vision. My smile vanishes.
    I twist left as my heartbeat spikes, but the figures are only some random people hoofing it in the opposite direction. Still, I don’t like it. I should be more alert. Kyle is distracting me, which, given what little I remember, is apparently normal.
    He’s also checking out the group, or checking out me checking them out. “Recognize them?”
    â€œNo, but let’s move. I’m getting cold standing here.”
    â€œYeah, your cheeks are all pink.” He presses a cold hand against my face. “There’s a coffee shop down by the Garden. Maybe we can get some coffee that we have time to drink and some breakfast we have time to eat?”
    â€œSounds good.”
    We walk in silence another minute. I’ve