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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
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  45. 41
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. About the Author
  48. A Sneak Peek of You Will Be Mine
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  50. Back Cover

“Sorry,” I say, lifting my head and forcing my mouth to smile. “I’m okay.”

“Where did your mind go?”

“Nowhere.”

“Piper,” he prompts. “Tell me.”

“It’s just… I was thinking about my parents and wondering if I’ll see them again.”

His fingers brush though my hair. “You will see them again.”

If only I could be so sure.

I smile because there isn’t much else I can do or say, and Evan sinks into the sofa, his hand still working through the strands of my dark hair. “You know I think it’s pretty unique to have black hair and blue eyes,” he tells me.

“That’s what my mom says, too. She has black hair and brown eyes, and my dad has blond hair and blue eyes. I took one from each.”

“It’s pretty special.”

Priya calls us to dinner, and we all eat in deafening silence. No one seems to look up from their plate, the sober atmosphere doing nothing to lift my mood. Without speaking about it, we have all gone into ourselves. My parents are on my mind, and I have a feeling the others are the same.

There’s a sense of urgency now, with so many things changing in here, accelerating. It feels like we’re getting closer to the end.

We finish our food and clean up, then one by one, we get ready for bed.

I walk to my bunk and climb the ladder. My limbs are heavy, and it takes a lot of effort to pick each one up and get into bed. But I manage it, and tug the cover up to my chin.

Why do I feel so drained?

My eyes are closing. Something’s wrong, stay awake.

I force my eyelids to part, but nothing happens. They’re stuck together, and I’m getting heavier, my body sinking into the mattress.

Why can’t I open my eyes?

I want to call out, but I don’t have the energy to even do that. Sleep is all I want.

No, stay awake!

No one else is saying anything. Everyone is in bed, and there would usually be a little talk for a few minutes, some whispering beyond that, but tonight there is only silence.

We’ve been drugged.

The speaker crackles. Our music starts to play.

A loud thud in the main room echoes throughout the bedroom.

My pulse soars, then the world turns black.

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My head pounds so violently, I gag. I press my index fingers to my temples and groan.

I was eating in the common room. Then… God, what happened after that? I can’t remember. Did I go to bed? Is it now morning?

The air is warm, warmer than the common room’s temperature. They usually keep that just a fraction above cold.

Where am I?