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Chapters (67)
  1. Copyright
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. Chapter 39
  42. Chapter 40
  43. Chapter 41
  44. Chapter 42
  45. Chapter 43
  46. Chapter 44
  47. Chapter 45
  48. Chapter 46
  49. Chapter 47
  50. Chapter 48
  51. Chapter 49
  52. Chapter 50
  53. Chapter 51
  54. Chapter 52
  55. Chapter 53
  56. Chapter 54
  57. Chapter 55
  58. Chapter 56
  59. Chapter 57
  60. Chapter 58
  61. Chapter 59
  62. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  63. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  64. Crave, by Tracy Wolff
  65. Keystone, by Katie Delahanty
  66. Sting, by Cindy Wilson
  67. Keeper of the Bees, by Meg Kassel

“I told you, I don’t date,” I say, even though I’m struggling to remember why. “Zeke and I are just friends.”

I’m aware that I just had a very similar conversation, with a very different boy, not two hours earlier. It’s…unsettling, to say the least.

This outing to Charlie’s cabin is exactly what I wanted. What I’ve been hoping and planning for this entire day: a way to access my target. And yet, I hesitate.

There are so many reasons to back away from Bandit’s invitation. My own personal security. The fact that I feel entirely too much for Bandit. Even now, the Voice’s words echo through my head. Don’t fall for this boy. It’ll only make what you have to do later harder. She may want me to save the world, but she wouldn’t want me to get closer to Bandit in the process. She’d suggest that I follow him instead. Find out where Charlie lives and return at a later time.

And then, there’s the pesky detail that I’ll have to kill a person. I’m not ready! Not now; not today. It would be so much easier, so much safer, to put off this task for another day.

There’s only one reason to proceed: because I refuse to abandon the future for another second.

I feel like I’m on a precipice. One decision would take me back to the Alice I’ve always known, the one who opts for the sheltered path, who follows without question the advice of someone older and wiser. The other decision would make me topple down unfamiliar terrain. It would forge a course to a new Alice, one whom I don’t know but whom I’ve glimpsed in sharp, vivid flashes in the last few days.

To tell the truth, I started making this decision the moment I rang Bandit’s doorbell. And now his fingers are brushing the skin below my sleeve. Now he’s giving me his trademark smirk, the one that no longer looks arrogant to me, only confident.

I’m more certain than ever that my older self and I are not the same person. We don’t have the same agenda. We may not want the same thing.

Which means I get to choose. Me. The present Alice. I get to decide how best to accomplish my mission.

“Let’s do it,” I say. “Let’s go to Charlie’s.”

But what I really mean is: Let’s embrace the present to save the future. Let’s journey deep into the woods, to the cabin of the man I’m supposed to kill.

Chapter 26

Chapter 26