The Evolution of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin Read Free Book Online

kept me from moving closer. So I just closed the door and hung against the wall. “What are you doing here?”
    “I was discussing Bakhtin and Benjamin and a thesis about de se and de re thoughts as relevant to notions of self with your older brother.”
    “Sometimes, Noah, I feel an overwhelming urge to punch you in the face.”
    An arrogant grin crept across his mouth.
    “That doesn’t help.”
    He glanced up at me through those unfairly long lashes, but didn’t move an inch. “Should I leave?”
    Just tell me why you’re here, I wanted to say. I need to hear it.
    “No,” was all I said.
    “Why don’t you just tell me what it is that’s bothering you?”
    Fine. “I didn’t expect to see you here after . . . I didn’t knowif we were still . . .” My voice trailed off annoyingly, but it took several seconds for Noah to fill the silence.
    “I see.”
    My eyes narrowed. “You see?”
    Noah unfolded himself and rose then, but didn’t approach. He backed up against the edge of my desk and leaned his palms against the glossy white surface. “You thought after hearing that someone who hurt you—someone who hurt you so badly that you tried to kill him—was alive, that I’d just leave you to deal with it on your own.” He was still calm, but his jaw had tightened just slightly. “That’s what you think.”
    I swallowed hard. “You said at the courthouse—”
    “I remember what I said.” Noah’s voice was toneless but a hint of a smile appeared on his lips. “I would say you’ll make a liar out of me, but I was one long before we met.”
    I couldn’t wrap my mind around his words. “So, what, you just changed your mind?”
    “The people we care about are always worth more to us than the people we don’t. No matter what anyone pretends.” And for the first time in what felt like a long time, Noah sounded real. He was still as he watched me. “I didn’t think you had to make the choice you said you made then. But if I did have to choose between someone I loved and a stranger, I would choose the one I love.”
    I blinked. The choice I said I made?
    I didn’t know if Noah was saying that he didn’t care aboutwhat I’d done, or if he no longer believed that I did it. Part of me was tempted to push him on this, and the other part—
    The other part didn’t want to know.
    Before I could decide, Noah spoke again. “But I don’t believe you have the power to remove someone’s free will. No matter how much you might want to.”
    Ah. Noah thought that even if I did somehow put the gun in that woman’s hand, I didn’t make her pull the trigger. And so in his mind, I wasn’t responsible.
    But what if he was wrong? What if I was responsible?
    I felt unsteady, and pressed myself more tightly against the wall. “What if I could?”
    What if I did?
    I opened my eyes to find that Noah had taken a step toward me. “You can’t,” he said, his voice firm.
    “How do you know?”
    He took another step. “I don’t.”
    “So how can you say that?”
    Two more. “Because it doesn’t matter.”
    I shook my head. “I don’t understand—”
    “I was more worried about what your choices would do to you than what the consequences would be for anyone else.”
    One more step, and he’d be close enough to touch. “And now?” I asked.
    Noah didn’t move, but his eyes searched mine. “Still worried.”
    I looked away. “Well, I have bigger problems,” I said, echoing my mother’s words. I didn’t need to elaborate, apparently. One glance at Noah’s suddenly tense frame told me he knew what I meant.
    “I won’t let Jude hurt you.”
    My throat went dry when I heard his name. I remembered the frozen frame on the psych ward television, the blurred image of Jude on the screen. I remembered the watch on his wrist.
    The watch.
    “It’s not just me,” I said, as my heart began to pound. “He was wearing a watch, the same one you saw in your—in your—”
    Vision, I thought. But I couldn’t