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Chapters (65)
  1. ALSO BY STEPHENIE MEYER
  2. DEDICATION
  3. QUESTION
  4. PROLOGUE: Inserted
  5. CHAPTER 1: Remembered
  6. CHAPTER 2: Overheard
  7. CHAPTER 3: Resisted
  8. CHAPTER 4: Dreamed
  9. CHAPTER 5: Uncomforted
  10. CHAPTER 6: Followed
  11. CHAPTER 7: Confronted
  12. CHAPTER 8: Loved
  13. CHAPTER 9: Discovered
  14. CHAPTER 10: Turned
  15. CHAPTER 11: Dehydrated
  16. CHAPTER 12: Failed
  17. CHAPTER 13: Sentenced
  18. CHAPTER 14: Disputed
  19. CHAPTER 15: Guarded
  20. CHAPTER 16: Assigned
  21. CHAPTER 17: Visited
  22. CHAPTER 18: Bored
  23. CHAPTER 19: Abandoned
  24. CHAPTER 20: Freed
  25. CHAPTER 21: Named
  26. CHAPTER 22: Cracked
  27. CHAPTER 23: Confessed
  28. CHAPTER 24: Tolerated
  29. CHAPTER 25: Compelled
  30. CHAPTER 26: Returned
  31. CHAPTER 27: Undecided
  32. CHAPTER 28: Unenlightened
  33. CHAPTER 29: Betrayed
  34. CHAPTER 30: Abbreviated
  35. CHAPTER 31: Needed
  36. CHAPTER 32: Ambushed
  37. CHAPTER 33: Doubted
  38. CHAPTER 34: Buried
  39. CHAPTER 35: Tried
  40. CHAPTER 36: Believed
  41. CHAPTER 37: Wanted
  42. CHAPTER 38: Touched
  43. CHAPTER 39: Worried
  44. CHAPTER 40: Horrified
  45. CHAPTER 41: Vanished
  46. CHAPTER 42: Forced
  47. CHAPTER 43: Frenzied
  48. CHAPTER 44: Healed
  49. CHAPTER 45: Succeeded
  50. CHAPTER 46: Encircled
  51. CHAPTER 47: Employed
  52. CHAPTER 48: Detained
  53. CHAPTER 49: Interrogated
  54. CHAPTER 50: Sacrificed
  55. CHAPTER 51: Prepared
  56. CHAPTER 52: Separated
  57. CHAPTER 53: Condemned
  58. CHAPTER 54: Forgotten
  59. CHAPTER 55: Attached
  60. CHAPTER 56: Welded
  61. CHAPTER 57: Completed
  62. CHAPTER 58: Finished
  63. CHAPTER 59: Remembered
  64. EPILOGUE: Continued
  65. 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.