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Diane Kruger, Max Irons, Jake Abel & Stephenie Meyer @ The Host Book Signing
“No, not just any Seeker,” I whispered. “My Seeker.”
“What do you mean,your Seeker?”
“Assigned to me, following me. She's the reason –[..]”
“The reason?” he prompted.
“The reason I ran away,” I breathed. “The reason I came here
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“I just have one question,” Jared said, interrupting us. “You can probably guess what it is. Jeb and Jamie spent all night jabbering at me…”
I waited for the question, staring across the dark hall at the rice bag - last night’s pillow. In my peripheral vision, I saw his hand come up, and I cringed into the wall.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said again, impatient, and cupped my chin in his rough hand, pulling my face around so I had to look at him.
“Wanda.” He said my name slowly - unwillingly, I could tell, though his voice was even and toneless. “Is Melanie still alive - sill part of you? Tell me the truth.”
