“We’ll find him,” Pru says gently, moving up to wrap her arms around me. When I look over her shoulder, too numb to even let myself cry, my eyes land on Levi’s. He’s standing there in the cold air, hands in his pockets, watching me with such an expression of pain on his face, I have to look away.

• • •

We’re all still standing by the wall in silence as twilight falls, when Maude returns from the science lab in record speed, a pen-size device in her hand. It must be the infrared light.

“Give me your wrists,” Maude instructs Pru, who’s already holding her arms out for inspection. Maude scans them thoroughly with the light. We’re all on edge; what will we do if—I can’t think about it. Not Pru too…

“Nothing,” Maude declares, slipping the light in her pocket. “You’re clear.”

“The rest of us should check too,” Pippa says. “Me, Ansel, Thea… Just to be sure.”

“But Ollie’s an original, not a Similar,” I say, working through this in my head. “Gravelle’s replacing originals, right?”

But Maude’s already shining the light on her own wrists. Nothing. She quickly scans Pippa and Jago’s wrists. Same.

“He’s not making Duplicates of you!” I say, unable to keep the emotion out of my voice.

“Well, technically, the Ollie Duplicate could be a Duplicate of me as much as Ollie,” Levi says quietly.

“Except he isn’t a copy of you,” I remind him. “He has Ollie’s memories, not yours. He believes he’s Oliver Ward.” I try not to let myself cry, but it’s all I feel like doing. “What are we going to do with him?” I mean the Duplicate Ollie. And another thought occurs to me. I don’t want to confront this one either. “Do we tell Jane?”

That thought guts me. Because I don’t know if Jane will survive this again. When she thought Ollie died last year, it nearly killed her too.

“What options do we have?” Levi asks, finally speaking up. My eyes fly to his. For the moment, I can’t even remember why I’ve been so angry at him. All I know is that Ollie is gone, and nothing else matters.

“I could confide in my father. He could alert the Quarry. Get their backing,” Pru says.

“No,” Maude answers quickly. “Not yet. What if—”

“It’s a mistake?” Pru cuts her off. “I had the same thought. If we show our hand—if we let Gravelle know that we’ve discovered this Duplicate…”

“We’ll have no cards left to play,” I finish her thought. “I say we wait. If we can figure out what Gravelle wants, what his ultimate goal is…”

“We can get two steps ahead of him,” Theodora says, her voice resolute.