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Chapters (53)
  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

“Here,” Dean said, tossing Kane a small pouch. In it were the charms they’d tried to steal from Poesy’s collection. “Maybe you can still save Helena.”

He wouldn’t look at Kane. The moment was over, and Dean was closed again. Kane took out his phone and turned it on.

Messages poured in. Texts, voicemails, DMs. Tons of them, so quickly Kane couldn’t read them. Then his phone lit up with a call. It was Ursula again.

“Urs, don’t worry. I’m fine. I have Helena’s charm. We can—”

“Kane.” It was Adeline. Instead of anger, her voice shook through barely managed panic: “Please. Come back.”

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

Kane’s phone vibrated madly as more messages poured in.

“It’s a reverie. Elliot and Ursula are already inside. They’re looking for her. It’s…”

A frequency rose in Kane’s ear, needling and hysteric. “Who, Adeline? Whose reverie?”

“Sophia,” Adeline cried. “Kane, it’s your sister.”

• Twenty-Nine •

The Archivist

Dean wrapped around Kane, swinging him away from the drop and holding him steady. And good thing; otherwise Kane was sure he would have burned apart, just a million embers scattered over East Amity as he fell.

Through the phone, Adeline’s voice might as well have been cast from another world. Already Kane could hear the telltale whisper of etherea swallowing her up as she quickly tried to give him the details.

“I told you to let me erase her memories of the Beazley Affair. I told you. Her mind was vulnerable, and then you ran off tonight, and she fucking snapped. It’s all in her messages. She felt her reverie taking over. She called all of us, and when no one answered, she drove herself to the complex to find us. I have no idea how she made it that far, but that’s where it took her down. Somewhere in the complex. And now she’s in there, and she’s alone, and…”

Whispering static swallowed Adeline’s voice.

“Where?” Kane cried. “Tell me where!”

Adeline’s voice faded in and out.

“You can’t let her in,” Adeline hissed. “You can’t allow Poesy to get her, too.”

The line cut off, leaving Kane to stare down the litany of messages that had been building up while his phone was off. Sophia had called him, over and over. In her messages, her voice was barely audible against that same, horrible whispering.

“Kane, I’m here at the complex. Just pick up. Please pick up. I’m here. Something bad is happening to me. The buildings are breathing. I’m lost. I feel—”

And from there her screams merged into the undulating static, the line going dead with a polite boop, just like Adeline.

She was gone. Lost to her reverie. All while Kane and Dean sat atop a bridge, talking, watching over the exact location where Sophia’s reverie had formed: the Cobalt Complex.