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 took the cryotank from Jared, easing it rather than tugging it, turning it with care until it was vertical, and then I hugged it to my chest. The outside of the tank was the same temperature as the warm room. I cradled it to my body, protective as any mother.
I looked back at the stranger on the table. Doc was already dust-ing Smooth over the sealed wound. We made a good team: one attending to the soul, the other to the body. Everyone was taken care of.
Doc looked up at me, his eyes full of exhilaration and wonder. “Amazing,” he murmured. “That was incredible.”
“Good job,” I whispered back.
“When do you think she’ll wake up?” Doc asked.
“That depends on how much chloroform she inhaled.”
“Not much.”
“And if she’s still there. We’ll have to wait and see.”
Before I could ask, Jared lifted the nameless woman tenderly from the cot, rolled her face-up, and laid her on another, cleaner resting place. This tenderness did not move me. This tenderness was for the human, for Melanie.…
Doc went with him, checking her pulse, peeking under her lids. He shone a flashlight into her unconscious eyes and watched the pupils constrict. No light reflected back to blind him. He and Jared exchanged a long glance.
“She really did it,” Jared said, his voice low.
“Yes,” Doc agreed.
I didn’t hear Jeb sidle up next to me.
“Pretty slick, kid,” he murmured.
I shrugged.
“Feeling a smidge conflicted?”
I didn’t answer.
“Yeah. Me, too, hon. Me, too.”
Aaron and Brandt were talking behind me, their voices rising with excitement, answering each other’s thoughts before the questions were spoken.
No conflict there.
“Wait till the others hear!”
“Think of the —”
“We should go get some —”
“Right now, I’m ready —”
“Hold up,” Jeb cut Brandt off. “No soul snatching until that cryotank is safely on its way into outer space. Right, Wanda?”
“Right,” I agreed in a firmer voice, hugging the tank tighter to my chest.
Brandt and Aaron exchanged sour glances.
I was going to need more allies. Jared and Jeb and Doc were only three, though certainly the most influential three here. Still, they would need support.
I knew what this meant.
It meant talking to Ian.