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Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Author’s Note
  40. Glitch Glossary
  41. Acknowledgments
  42. About the Author
  43. Back Ad
  44. Books by Laura Martin
  45. About the Publisher

“Impossible,” Salzburg said as he stared in horror at that flashing alarm. A second later there was an ear-shattering boom that momentarily drowned out the alarms. The floor rumbled underneath me as the very walls around us shuddered and creaked, sending torrents of rock dust down onto millions of dollars’ worth of equipment. I threw my hands over my head to protect it as the room erupted in screams. It was as though I was back in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire as equipment got knocked aside, chairs were upended, and everybody made a run for the door. Everyone was shouting at once, shoving one another in their panic to escape. Within seconds, the room was cleared. I stumbled to my feet and realized that Elliot was still beside me, his face and pajamas covered in the fine gray dust of the mountain. Before I could formulate a coherent thought, there was another explosion and the door to the Glitch room slammed shut. We were trapped.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Elliot

I couldn’t believe it. I was going to die like those women in 1911. The ground shook again, and I was about to run for the door when Regan grabbed me by the arm and pulled me backward. A second later, a huge chunk of the ceiling came loose and crashed to the ground exactly where I’d been standing.

Regan didn’t give me time to scream or vomit, which was probably good since I wasn’t sure which was the best option. She yanked me backward again, but this time it was to one of the abandoned computers.

“What are you doing?” I yelled. “We have to get out of here!”

“There isn’t a way out,” she yelled back. “But I know how we save ourselves.” She jabbed her finger at the screen, and I could see that Professor McMillan hadn’t been kidding earlier—he really had already programmed the Glitch back to the Academy on the night it was destroyed.

“Come on,” she yelled. “We have to do this. It’s the only way.”

I nodded, and for once, I actually agreed. The mountain would eventually crumble under whatever onslaught it was under, and we’d die. I had no clue what would happen if the equipment we were going to Glitch on was destroyed, or how we could ever come back to this exact moment without it, but none of that mattered now. The lights flickered and Regan dug her nails into my arm. If we lost power, it was all over.