“That is so horribly offensive, I could slap you,” I snap at her. “Suicide isn’t a joke. When we thought Ollie…” I stop myself, feeling my throat clog up like cotton has been stuffed there. I am not discussing that most personal and hellish time of my life, and Ollie’s, with this spiteful girl.

“The only other possibility is that you knew you wouldn’t hurt yourself, because you’re so freakishly inhuman that you can leap from a building without a scratch,” Harlowe goes on, her eyes boring into mine. “I’m sure Oxford really wants a half-human cyborg freak walking its campus.”

I stand up, about to walk right up to Harlowe and punch her in the face. If there were ever a time to read her thoughts again—to hear exactly what’s in that twisted mind of hers so I could use it against her—that time would be now.

Before I know what’s happening, I feel tingly all over. I barely register that my friends are defending me, because I’m inside Harlowe’s head.

Freak. They’re all freaks. Which is why the colleges they’ve applied to are going to love all that footage I sent them of Tessa running around half naked on Darkwood’s campus. I bet Theodora won’t get in anywhere since I told them it’s her. And Maude’s prospects are going to be pretty bad once the schools find out how many time she’s broken Darkwood rules. Hacking into every system out there—

“You bitch,” I hiss at Harlowe. There. I’ve said it. I am done being nice; I am done being civil. “All you’ve wanted, this entire year, has been to run us out of school. Or to drive us to total humiliation. Or to get my friends deported.”

“But not you, Eden?” Harlowe asks innocently. “You’ve admitted you were born on Castor Island. Which makes you…oh, right. Not a citizen of this lovely country at all.”

“You won’t get away with it,” I say, ignoring that last comment. “That video, that was Tessa, not Theodora.” I don’t tell her it was a Duplicate. I’m not getting into that right now. “Using it to derail Theodora’s college applications is a totally evil thing to do.” As soon as I’ve said it, I realize it’s too late. I’ve given myself away.

Harlowe stares at me, and for the first time ever, she’s rendered speechless.

How does she know about that? I never said anything. It’s like she could read my mind. But that’s insane—no one can do that.