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Chapters (23)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. CHΔPTER ONE
  5. CHΔPTER TWO
  6. CHΔPTER THREE
  7. CHΔPTER FOUR
  8. CHΔPTER FIVE
  9. CHΔPTER SIX
  10. CHΔPTER SEVEN
  11. CHΔPTER EIGHT
  12. CHΔPTER NINE
  13. CHΔPTER TEN
  14. CHΔPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHΔPTER TWELVE
  16. CHΔPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHΔPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHΔPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHΔPTER SIXTEEN
  20. EPILOGUE
  21. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  22. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  23. Copyright

More images from the gala played across the screen, Daiyu posing with politicians and celebrities alike, looking stunning and regal. I knew from my research before going in as Jason Zhou that she was fiercely protective of her privacy. Now she was on a personal campaign to help push environmental legislation through, and she was using her image and status to full advantage.

I had kept limited contact with my friends and hadn’t seen them again as a group since Victor’s death. I wasn’t ready to face them together, to accept their sympathy or shared grief, and be reminded so starkly in numbers that we had lost one of our own. I couldn’t deal with their suspicions and scrutiny, or be questioned again on where my loyalties lay.

Arun’s antidote had helped to curb the spread of the virulent flu Jin had released. When it was clear what the antidote could do, the FDA quickly approved it, and it was manufactured and distributed throughout all hospitals. Arun had become a local hero, and I’d always smile when I saw him on-screen, his orange hair usually spiked, wearing a white lab coat for interviews. Dr. Nataraj would be so proud of him.

My apartment door clicked open, followed by the familiar sound of boot heels resounding against the concrete floor. I didn’t need to look to know who it was—I’d given Daiyu official access to my apartment a month ago. Not that she hadn’t been coming and going as she pleased for as long as I knew her. A corner of my mouth twitched upward at the thought.

“I’ve brought fresh-baked buns,” she said, and set a rectangular box on the glass table. Her gray jeans were darkened by splotches of rain, the flower blouse she wore turned sheer, clinging to her wet skin. She wrung the water from her ponytail, completely at ease and unaware of how I was staring.

Then she met my gaze and her lips curved in a knowing grin.

Ah. She did know. Fooled again.

I smiled back, then laughed and extended my hand.

She came to me, droplets falling from her like stars, and clasped it.

We had wanted to change the world.

This was only the beginning.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS