Chapters (117)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- The Cast of Characters
- CHAPTER ONE
- The Recruits
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- The Missions
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- The Game
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
- HOME
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
- CHAPTER NINETY
- CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
- CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
- CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
- CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
- CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE
- CHAPTER NINETY-SIX
- CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINETY-NINE
- CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
- CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ONE
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- About the Author
- Reading Group Guide
- Discussion Questions
- A Conversation with Leila Meacham
- ALSO BY LEILA MEACHAM
Her grayish-green eyes lit on Alistair, of all people, and he felt a chill brush his skin. It was as if she’d heard him call her name. Her glance passed on, but he was left with the traitorous urge to throw away his little black book and forget he’d ever seen her. To think of all that beauty, strength, and poise possibly destroyed…He put the thought from his mind as he rose and slipped out in the hubbub of spectators that surged down to the floor to congratulate the girl, wondering if she’d remember him when their paths crossed again.
From his back seat in the bus to Station S that June morning of the candidates’ departure to hell, Alistair had watched the rest of the thirteen candidates board, none speaking for fear of breaking the rule that would get them expelled from the program. At the estate, they would be assigned cover names by which to communicate. Alistair noticed that the candidates spread out with no obvious intent to sit next to a particular person, but the fisherman, track coach, and civil engineer chose to sit together. By the time the blond head of Bridgette Loring appeared above the boarding rail, only two seats were available. One was next to Victoria Grayson; the other beside a mousy young woman with lank hair and owlish spectacles worn low on her nose. Alistair had observed that everyone had bypassed the seat next to the fencer. All others had seemed intimidated by her glacial beauty and patrician reserve, but not Bridgette Loring. Without another second’s hesitation, Bridgette took her seat next to Victoria, smiled, and said, “Hi.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Indeed, there was nothing tentative about Bridgette Loring. Alistair, still doodling, sipping on his third club soda under the twirl of the tavern ceiling fan, shook his head. Of the five, she was the most amazing for the simple reason that no one expected such physical strength and pure guts from a five-foot, blond, doe-eyed, dainty young woman who looked about as threatening as a lace glove. Alistair figured she’d had to spend most of her young life so far trying to prove herself to overcome other people’s presumptions based on her size and delicate appearance. Her school records bore out his perception. Among her numerous accomplishments, she’d graduated valedictorian of her class, won the title of state champion of Michigan’s junior chess tournament, earned the crown as winner of the state’s high school debate competition, had been elected school class president each of her years in high school, and served as captain of the school’s softball team, on which she played shortstop. Her coach noted that she’d been called “Slugger,” a nickname he felt she resented because it “diminished her femininity.”