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Outcast

Lindsey Fairleigh
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  1. Outcast
  2. KAT DUBOIS CHRONICLES - BOOK TWO
  3. Lindsey Sparks
  4. writing as
  5. Lindsey Fairleigh
  6. Rubus Press
  7. Contents
  8. Also by Lindsey Sparks
  9. Chapter One
  10. Chapter Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Chapter Five
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Eight
  17. Chapter Nine
  18. Chapter Ten
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. Chapter Twenty-Six
  35. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  36. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  37. Also By Lindsey Sparks
  38. Excerpt from Underground
  39. Kat Dubois Chronicles, Book Three
  40. About the Author
Outcast

Outcast

KAT DUBOIS CHRONICLES - BOOK TWO

Lindsey Sparks

writing as

Lindsey Fairleigh

Rubus Press

Contents

Also by Lindsey Sparks

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Also By Lindsey Sparks

Excerpt from Underground

About the Author

Copyright © 2016 by Rubus Press

All rights reserved.

This book is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events are products of the author’s imaginations or are used fictitiously. No reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or should be inferred.

Editing by Sarah Kolb-Williams

www.kolbwilliams.com

Cover by Molly Phipps

www.wegotyoucoveredbookdesign.com

Also by Lindsey Sparks

ECHO TRILOGY

Echo in Time

Resonance

Time Anomaly

Dissonance

Ricochet Through Time

KAT DUBOIS CHRONICLES

Ink Witch

Outcast

Underground

Soul Eater

Judgement

Afterlife

ATLANTIS LEGACY

Sacrifice of the Sinners

Legacy of the Lost

Fate of the Fallen

Dreams of the Damned

Song of the Soulless

Blood of the Broken

Rise of the Revenants

ALLWORLD ONLINE

AO: Pride & Prejudice

AO: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Vertigo

THE ENDING SERIES

The Ending Beginnings: Omnibus Edition

After The Ending

Into The Fire

Out Of The Ashes

Before The Dawn

World Before

THE ENDING LEGACY

World After

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For LP – thank you. I’ll never be able to express how much your endless friendship and support means to me. I appreciate the *beep* out of you, Duds!

Chapter One

“Pew . . .” Eyes watering, I wrinkled my nose and waved a hand in front of my face. “You’re lucky your nose is safe from this,” I told Dom. I was standing just inside the north entrance to Seattle’s “Tent District,” taking in the midday sights, sounds . . . and odorific smells. The unofficial district was very much a kingdom within a city, where those who shunned modern ways—or were shunned by them—carried out their lives off the books. And apparently out of the shower.

“For once, little sister, I think I prefer being incorporeal.” Dom’s words, classed up as usual by his faint French accent, rolled through my mind, audible only to me.

“You’re welcome,” I muttered.

My dead-ish older brother was currently watching the world around me from a tiny mirror about the size of a silver dollar hanging as a pendant on a short chain around my neck. It allowed him a view of everything ahead of me and enabled me to hear him, thanks to the skin-to-skin contact between Dom’s mirror and me. In the week since I first stuffed his soul into a looking glass, I’d done what I could to make his existence more varied and mobile—at least, on my side of the glass. I still wasn’t sure what exactly was on his side, and he wasn’t offering up much in the way of details. Or information at all. Not that his tight-lipped response to this matter was unexpected. Or annoying. Didn’t bother me one bit. Not one bit.