Chapter 23
Edward looked down at Davis dispassionately. “Yes.”
“Come on,” Davis said, taking Edward’s arm. “Let’s go home.”
Edward did not immediately move. His head tipped to the side, for all the world as if he was considering other options. “I want to stay.”
Davis sighed. “Edward, you can’t keep living your life as if it’s real.”
“Why not?”
Davis could swear he could hear and smell the spinning cogs in Edward’s skull. He tugged, futilely, at Edward’s arm. Edward was at least thrice Davis’ weight and could bend cold steel bars. If Edward was not willing to move, Edward was not going to be moved, not by Davis’ puny efforts. He growled in frustration. “Because you’re not real, Edward!”
“I’m real here,” Edward protested.
“That’s because they know me here,” Davis said. “They know you’re mine.”