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  1. Dedication
  2. Prologue
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  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgments
  67. About the Author
  68. Books by Elle Cosimano
  69. Back Ad
  70. About the Publisher

She turns to me and raises an eyebrow. “Did you ever see Michael make a Season? No. Because that’s not his power. That’s Gaia’s. And if her magic is loose, the entire world is in trouble.”

The plane climbs and the cabin settles. When the captain turns off the seat belt sign, I lean on my elbows and rub my eyes, exhaustion crashing over me as I realize how much more is at stake than Chill’s and Fleur’s lives.

How long do we have to stop Doug before he destroys the whole damn planet?

“I’m sorry,” Kai whispers. I lift my head and find her staring out the window, gnawing her lip. “It was supposed to be one clean shot,” she confesses. “One clean arrow in your back so I wouldn’t have to see your face when you died. But you were so determined to keep getting up, no matter how many times I shot you.” She shudders. “I’ve never seen anyone fight like that. That’s why.”

My mouth goes dry as I remember it. “Why what?”

She turns to me. “That’s why I decided to come, after everything that happened with Doug. Because I think I understand why Lyon believed in you.” She settles against the wall of the plane, her head resting in the nest of pink hair. I don’t say a word as her eyes drift closed.

Instead, I stay awake the whole flight worrying, wondering how many shots one person can endure, and if I’ll have the strength to keep getting up.

19

Patch of Old Snow

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DOUG

The faux window in Sommers’s old dorm room flickers on when I step inside and switch on the light. Lixue slips in behind me and moves past me into the adjoining bedroom.

I run a finger over a low set of shelves, pausing at a vintage turntable and thumbing through a collection of old vinyl punk albums. A stack of video game cases topples over as I reach for a peeling Rubik’s cube.