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Chapters (83)
  1. Copyright Page
  2. Prologue
  3. Part One
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. 22
  26. 23
  27. 24
  28. 25
  29. 26
  30. Part Two
  31. 27
  32. 28
  33. 29
  34. 30
  35. 31
  36. 32
  37. 33
  38. 34
  39. 35
  40. 36
  41. 37
  42. 38
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  44. 40
  45. 41
  46. 42
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  50. 46
  51. 47
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  54. 50
  55. 51
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  57. 53
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  73. 69
  74. 70
  75. 71
  76. 72
  77. 73
  78. 74
  79. 75
  80. 76
  81. Epilogue
  82. A Preview of "Witch & Wizard"
  83. 1

I couldn’t believe they had decided to do this. It was like — my plans for our lives weren’t good enough anymore. They actually thought this situation would be better — which, I might add, included not being led by me.

Now my stomach hurt, and I felt weighed down by a gray cloud.

“First, we’ll see how you do at math.”

I tried not to groan out loud. We’re street-smart, not book-smart. How many people had tested us over the years?

“Math, okay, bring it,” said Total, hopping up on a chair. “Are we allowed to use calculators? Do you have some that are, you know, paw-ready?” He held up his right paw.

Ms. Hamilton stopped and stared at Total. I snickered to myself. I had almost forgotten how much fun it could be to bait people. I sat up a little straighter.

Then Ms. Hamilton smiled.

At Total.

“No, we don’t have any paw-ready calculators,” she said. “But you probably won’t need one for these questions, anyway.”

Just like that, this grown-up had accepted the talking dog.

Four hours later, Ms. Hamilton told us that our reading levels ranged between first grade and twelfth grade and that we had amazing vocabularies. (Angel was not the one who read on a first grade level, and Fang, Iggy, and I were not, sadly, the ones who read on a twelfth grade level.) We spelled about as well as four-year-olds do but had off-the-chart visual memories. We were majorly lame at math but could solve most problems anyway.

“In short, you’re very, very, very bright kids who haven’t had much schooling,” said Ms. Hamilton.

I could have told her that before we’d wasted all this time. And she didn’t even know about the other stuff we could do, like hack computers and jack cars and break into most buildings.

“Angel, you’re so far off the chart that we’ll have to invent a special chart just for you.” Ms. Hamilton laughed.

“I thought you might,” Angel said.

I’d been here five hours, and so far I hadn’t really wanted to take anyone apart. Weird.

But that didn’t mean I wanted to stay at the Day and Night School.

Was I the only one?

18

“SOUTH AMERICA,” I said coaxingly. “It’ll be warm. They have llamas. You like llamas.”

Nudge crossed her arms over her chest. “I want to stay here.”

We were in her room at a safe house that belonged to the school. It wasn’t a bad setup. God knows we’ve had worse. But it was still part of a bigger confining situation, and my skin was crawling.

“How long do you think it will take another suicide sniper to find us?” I asked.