Splintered Energy (The Colors Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
He’d raced through the electronic store, knocked people aside in the hardware, and the drive back passed in a reckless blur. His cell phone weapon read 5:58 PM as he scurried past the closed door of the yellow room and into the main bedroom. He flicked on the bathroom light. Submerged in the tub, knees up—no air bubbles! How could Evan have left him? Malcolm couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t. Why didn’t he remember CPR better? Even more important, why care Malcolm was a dude? The bag fell from Evan’s hand. His knees hit the floor, and he drenched his shirt. Oh god. Laser eyes blazed open with irritation. “Why must you persist in touching me?” Malcolm groaned. Evan cringed back. “I thought you drowned. Sorry.” “Why would I breathe under water?” Malcolm pulled himself up to sit. “I only do so above because this head insists, sending an involuntary signal I haven’t learned to control.
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