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 shrieked, and the sound of it was piercing in the small space. My eyes flew open. I jerked away from the sinister noise, throwing myself against a jagged rock wall. My hands swung up to protect my face as my head thunked painfully against the low ceiling.
A dim light illuminated the perfectly round exit to the tiny bubble of a cave I was curled in. Jared’s face was half lit as he leaned into the opening, one arm reaching toward me. His lips were tight with anger. A vein in his forehead pulsed as he watched my panicked reaction.
He didn’t move; he just stared furiously while my heart restarted and my breathing evened out. I met his glare, remembering how quiet he had always been—like a wraith when he wanted. No wonder I hadn’t heard him sitting guard outside my cell.
But I had heard something. As I remembered that, Jared shoved his extended arm closer, and the grating noise repeated. I looked down. At my feet was a broken sheet of plastic serving as a tray. And on it…
I lunged for the open bottle of water. I was barely aware that Jared’s mouth twisted with disgust as I jerked the bottle to my lips. I was sure that would bother me later, but all I cared about now was the water. I wondered if ever in my life I would take the liquid for granted again. Given that my life was not likely to be prolonged here, the answer was probably no.
Jared had disappeared, back through the circular entry. I could see a piece of his sleeve and nothing more. The dull light came from somewhere beside him. It was an artificial bluish color.
I’d gulped half the water down when a new scent caught my attention, informing me that water was not the only gift. I looked down at the tray again.
Food. They were feeding me?
It was the bread—a dark, unevenly shaped roll—that I smelled first, but there was also a bowl of some clear liquid with the tang of onions. As I leaned closer, I could see darker chunks on the bottom. Beside this were three stubby white tubes. I guessed they were vegetables, but I didn’t recognize the variety.
It took only seconds for me to make these discoveries, but even in that short time, my stomach nearly jumped through my mouth trying to reach the food.