HIS FACE HAUNTS HER LIKE A FORGOTTEN MEMORY. an experiment, a force born from chaos, an ally amongst an endless sea of foes. someone who understands, someone who knows how it feels to have wires strapped to your head and needles pressed to your skin â a replica of the one who saved her. features so similar to the boy who keeps grounding her in reality ( except for those eyes â irises bleeding red from sights she cannot fathom, power rippling through his veins in waves, an unadulterated rage poked and prodded by valackâs curiosity ).
when she first escapes, she wonders whether heâs real; whether the lines between life and death have blurred so badly she can no longer separate the two. he never came home, he never started high school, he never stood a chance. but heâs there â looming in the shadows of the darkened forest, his features so entirely like his brotherâs that bare fingers curve around the nearest tree to steady herself. heâs different, though; different enough that she knows it isnât stiles standing before her, but kaz.
â youâre alive. â alive, and real, and here. no longer locked away, no longer an experiment, no longer something to be hidden from the world. â how did you get out? how are you still here? â
