Chapters (53)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- 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
- 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
- Epilogue
- Preview of Malice
- Preview of Incognito
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“We all have our own rooms, though,” she says, pressing a button on a remote. The walls rotate around us, revealing four small bedrooms. “Unless you two want to room together.” Grinning, she has zero regard that Garrett and Kyran are listening. “That can be arranged.” She presses another button, and the wall between the two bedrooms on the right retreats.
“Rayelle!” My cheeks get hot. “Absolutely not,” I say before Garrett can answer—or get any ideas. He’d probably love to torture me all night with quizzes on how to tell if someone is lying or best stalking practices.
I glance at him, but he doesn’t acknowledge me. He’s busy reading a book with a kidney on the cover.
“Unless you want to share, Kyran,” she says. “Elisha likes her privacy. I, on the other hand, don’t need walls…”
I raise my eyebrows at her, silently saying, we need to talk!
“No thanks.” Kyran takes the remote and puts up the wall.
Rayelle plops onto the couch, unfazed.
“So you’re allowed to tell us what your heist is?” I ask, sinking down next to her.
“I guess.” She shrugs, looking to Kyran for confirmation.
“We’re supposed to steal a ring,” he says.
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-One
March 20X6, San Francisco
I can’t sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning all night, even though we stayed up late listening to the details of Kyran and Rayelle’s heist and I should be exhausted. It turns out their heist is also to steal a ring, but it’s a different ring than the one Garrett and I are after. They’re supposed to steal a Byzantine-era Italian ring from the de Young Museum and give it to us. We have no idea what we’re supposed to do with it—hopefully it will all make sense once they give us the ring—but that’s the least of my worries.
How am I going to walk into the Influencer world tomorrow? What if the cameras recognize me? Do I even remember how to act like an Influencer?
My mind is racing. Needing a distraction and hoping recalling the details of Influencer life will help me prepare for meeting Nicki tomorrow, I take out my journal.
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June 25, 20X5
Truth: I am never trapped. There is always a new world beyond the bubble, just waiting to be discovered.