Chapter 29

My throat closes—he’s on the other

side of those tires and if I can just reach him, if I can just

touch him one more time, I’ll have him back again. Without waiting

for Nuri, I hurry to the fence.

“Hey!” Nuri calls out, a

low hiss in the still air. “Jace! Get your ass back

here!”

“I can’t.” My fingers

scrape along hot rubber as I throw the tires aside, trying to dig a

hole, someplace I can get through, somewhere I can see—

A hand falls on my shoulder, startling

me, and I whirl to find Nuri rolling his eyes at me. “This way,” he

says.

I nod as I follow him to a small

opening in the piles of rubbish. It’s just a tiny spot along the

ground where the tires don’t quite meet, but it’s a way in. “Jesus,

you’re a thick one,” he mutters. “You want them to hear you? You

want them to know we’re out here? Jesus Christ.”

Kneeling down, I push past him and

press against the fence, my fingers curling into the links in the