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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 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.