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  1. Front Cover
  2. Letter from the Author
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Contents
  6. • One •
  7. • Two •
  8. • Three •
  9. • Four •
  10. • Five •
  11. • Six •
  12. • Seven •
  13. • Eight •
  14. • Nine •
  15. • Ten •
  16. • Eleven •
  17. • Twelve •
  18. • Thirteen •
  19. • Fourteen •
  20. • Fifteen •
  21. • Sixteen •
  22. • Seventeen •
  23. • Eighteen •
  24. • Nineteen •
  25. • Twenty •
  26. • Twenty-One •
  27. • Twenty-Two •
  28. • Twenty-Three •
  29. • Twenty-Four •
  30. • Twenty-Five •
  31. • Twenty-Six •
  32. • Twenty-Seven •
  33. • Twenty-Eight •
  34. • Twenty-Nine •
  35. • Thirty •
  36. • Thirty-One •
  37. • Thirty-Two •
  38. • Thirty-Three •
  39. • Thirty-Four •
  40. • Thirty-Five •
  41. • Thirty-Six •
  42. • Thirty-Seven •
  43. • Thirty-Eight •
  44. • ∞ •
  45. • Thirty-Nine •
  46. • Forty •
  47. Epilogue
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. Excerpt from Be Dazzled
  50. One
  51. Two
  52. About the Author
  53. Back Cover

There was a great deal of shushing. Then Ursula, in an contrived tough voice, said, “Listen up, Flores, and listen good. We know you’ve got Kane. We don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but you’ve made a gregarious mistake—”

In the distance Elliot whispered, “It’s egregious, Urs.”

Ursula was back. “You’ve made an egregious mistake. If you don’t return him in the next hour we are prepared to—”

“Ursula, it’s me. I’m okay.”

“Kane?”

After some scuffling, Adeline was on the line. “Where the hell are you?”

“Dean’s apartment,” Kane said. “He’s…he’s…”

Dean nodded.

“He’s the Dreadmare. He teleported us out of Poesy’s sanctuary. He saved us.”

Adeline’s voice did not conceal her incredulity. “He separated us. Where are you? The condos at the Cobalt Complex?”

“How did you know that?”

“We may or may not have broken into the school to get his file. Seemed as good as any other hunch you’ve had lately.”

For all the animosity between them, Kane had to laugh along with Adeline at this. His triumph swelled further.

Elliot entered the conversation. “Tell him to bring you back.”

Kane felt his defiance flare.

“No.”

“Then we’ll come to you.”

“No. You won’t.”

“Kane,” said Elliot, all fatherly. “We know his address. We’re already on our way. Don’t get any ideas.”

Boop. Kane hung up the phone and noticed about a hundred texts from the Others, along with a handful from Sophia. Great. On top of everything else, she was mad at him, too. He powered down the phone before it started ringing again, then turned to Dean.

“Can you teleport us again?”

• Twenty-Eight •

Dark Waters

Poesy had once referred to East Amity as a tapestry. From above Kane could see she was right.

From horizon to dark horizon, the cloth of the suburb whirled and sunk, kissed together and tore apart. It smoothed to an ironed grid and then bunched into soft hills against the forested mountains. Streetlights dotted the cloth like sequins, sparkling in the clear navy air, and the moon illuminated the occasional river, drawn through the dark like silver stitches. Other pricks of light moved—cars, working their way through the folds and toward the bridge, rushing beneath where Kane and Dean watched.

“Why the bridge?” Kane said, kicking his legs into the drop. Drafts from the river pushed into his sleeves and nipped at his ankles, but he was past the chill now. Dean had nestled them into the crisscrossed girders overlooking the water. He was holding Kane’s hand. For “safety” reasons.

“We used to come here,” said Dean. “To practice your flying.”