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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 didn’t pause when I was back in the light. I sprinted through the big cavern without looking at any of the monsters there. I could feel their eyes on me, and I didn’t care.

I didn’t care where I was going, either. Just somewhere I could be alone. I avoided the tunnels that had people near them, running down the first empty one I could find.

It was the eastern tunnel. This was the second time I’d sprinted through this corridor today. Last time in joy, this time in horror. It was hard to remember how I’d felt this afternoon, knowing the raiders were home. Everything was dark and gruesome now, including their return. The very stones seemed evil.

This way was the right choice for me, though. No one had any reason to come here, and it was empty.

I ran to the farthest end of the tunnel, into the deep night of the empty game room. Could I really have played games with them such a short time ago? Believed the smiles on their faces, not seeing the beasts underneath…

I moved forward until I stumbled ankle deep into the oily waters of the dark spring. I backed away, my hand outstretched, searching for a wall. When I found a rough ridge of stone—sharp-edged beneath my fingers—I turned into the depression behind the protrusion and curled myself into a tight ball on the ground there.

It wasn’t what we thought. Doc wasn’t hurting anyone on purpose; he was just trying to save —

GET OUT OF MY HEAD! I shrieked.

As I thrust her away from me—gagged her so that I wouldn’t have to bear her justifications—I realized how weak she’d grown in all these months of friendliness. How much I’d been allowing. Encouraging.

It was almost too easy to silence her. As easy as it should have been from the beginning.

It was only me now. Just me, and the pain and the horror that I would never escape. I would never not have that image in my head again. I would never be free of it. It was forever a part of me.

I didn’t know how to mourn here. I could not mourn in human ways for these lost souls whose names I would never know. For the broken child on the table.