Chapters (65)
- ALSO BY STEPHENIE MEYER
- DEDICATION
- QUESTION
- PROLOGUE: Inserted
- CHAPTER 1: Remembered
- CHAPTER 2: Overheard
- CHAPTER 3: Resisted
- CHAPTER 4: Dreamed
- CHAPTER 5: Uncomforted
- CHAPTER 6: Followed
- CHAPTER 7: Confronted
- CHAPTER 8: Loved
- CHAPTER 9: Discovered
- CHAPTER 10: Turned
- CHAPTER 11: Dehydrated
- CHAPTER 12: Failed
- CHAPTER 13: Sentenced
- CHAPTER 14: Disputed
- CHAPTER 15: Guarded
- CHAPTER 16: Assigned
- CHAPTER 17: Visited
- CHAPTER 18: Bored
- CHAPTER 19: Abandoned
- CHAPTER 20: Freed
- CHAPTER 21: Named
- CHAPTER 22: Cracked
- CHAPTER 23: Confessed
- CHAPTER 24: Tolerated
- CHAPTER 25: Compelled
- CHAPTER 26: Returned
- CHAPTER 27: Undecided
- CHAPTER 28: Unenlightened
- CHAPTER 29: Betrayed
- CHAPTER 30: Abbreviated
- CHAPTER 31: Needed
- CHAPTER 32: Ambushed
- CHAPTER 33: Doubted
- CHAPTER 34: Buried
- CHAPTER 35: Tried
- CHAPTER 36: Believed
- CHAPTER 37: Wanted
- CHAPTER 38: Touched
- CHAPTER 39: Worried
- CHAPTER 40: Horrified
- CHAPTER 41: Vanished
- CHAPTER 42: Forced
- CHAPTER 43: Frenzied
- CHAPTER 44: Healed
- CHAPTER 45: Succeeded
- CHAPTER 46: Encircled
- CHAPTER 47: Employed
- CHAPTER 48: Detained
- CHAPTER 49: Interrogated
- CHAPTER 50: Sacrificed
- CHAPTER 51: Prepared
- CHAPTER 52: Separated
- CHAPTER 53: Condemned
- CHAPTER 54: Forgotten
- CHAPTER 55: Attached
- CHAPTER 56: Welded
- CHAPTER 57: Completed
- CHAPTER 58: Finished
- CHAPTER 59: Remembered
- EPILOGUE: Continued
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I was working hard enough to keep my eyes busy and my mind numb; I didn’t notice when we hit the end of the last row. I stopped only when Ian did. He stretched, pulling the pick overhead with two hands and popping his joints. I shied away from the raised pick, but he didn’t see. I realized that everyone else had stopped, too. I looked at the fresh-turned dirt, even across the entire floor, and realized that the field was complete.
“Good work,” Jeb announced in a loud voice to the group. “We’ll seed and water tomorrow.”
The room was filled with soft chatter and clanks as the tools were piled against the wall once more. Some of the talk was casual; some was still tense because of me. Ian held his hand out for my shovel, and I handed it to him, feeling my already low mood sink right to the floor. I had no doubt that I would be included in Jeb’s “we.” Tomorrow would be just as hard as today.
I looked at Jeb mournfully, and he was smiling in my direction. There was a smugness to his grin that made me believe he knew what I was thinking—not only did he guess my discomfort, but he was enjoying it.
He winked at me, my crazy friend. I realized again that this was the best to be expected from human friendship.
“See you tomorrow, Wanda,” Ian called from across the room, and laughed to himself.
Everyone stared.
CHAPTER 24: Tolerated
CHAPTER 24
Tolerated
It was true that I did not smell good.
I’d lost count of how many days I’d spent here—was it more than a week now? more than two?—and all of them sweating into the same clothes I’d worn on my disastrous desert trek. So much salt had dried into my cotton shirt that it was creased into rigid accordion wrinkles. It used to be pale yellow; now it was a splotchy, diseased-looking print in the same dark purple color as the cave floor. My short hair was crunchy and gritty; I could feel it standing out in wild tangles around my head, with a stiff crest on top, like a cockatoo’s. I hadn’t seen my face recently, but I imagined it in two shades of purple: cave-dirt purple and healing-bruise purple.