“Me who?” I ask, taking in the dark hair, the strong frame, the bright eyes. “I’ve never seen you before.”

The look on his face—it’s like … it’s like I’ve slapped him. He actually stumbles backward.

“It’s me,” he says again. “Lyss, it’s … it’s me, Riley.”

Riley.

At least I have a name now, even if that name means nothing to me.

“How do you know me, Riley?” I ask again.

If anything, he looks even more pained. He’s staring at me like he did last night—like he’s seen a ghost. A ghost that’s capable of hurting him in untold ways.

I don’t understand the emotions playing across his face. I don’t understand why he looks behind me at Arryn and Cami as if expecting one of them to jump in and explain what’s happening here.

“Lyss—”

Whatever he’s about to say is drowned out by the sound of a revving engine as a black van tears down the hill and screeches to a halt. Before I can fathom what’s happening, the side door slides open and two people burst out, ski masks covering their faces, their bodies clad in black from head to toe.

No—not just in black.

In black camouflage.

Just like the Speakers we saw at Luna Park last night.

They’re not here by accident; they’re running straight for us.

It shouldn’t be possible. We’re invisible to everyone but each other right now, the smeared edges still around our bodies. But the two camouflaged Speakers are wearing some kind of glasses, like infrared goggles. They don’t seem to have any trouble seeing us, something that is made clear when they reach the breakout—Riley—and grab him, hauling him back with them.

“No!” he cries, struggling in their arms.

It’s his shout that has me leaping into action, canceling my “hide” command so that I can focus enough to yell, “Release him!”

Light flares, but they don’t let go. They just continue to drag him with them toward the idling van.

I try again, blocking out my aching head and concentrating even harder on my command. “Let him go!”

Once more, light surrounds us with my Spoken order, but still they maintain a tight grip on him.

There’s no way that my power shouldn’t be working. No way—unless …

Unless one of them has an ability that can nullify my words. Like Kael, like Ward.

As that realization hits me, I lunge after them, desperate not to let Riley fall into what can only be enemy hands.

Or, that’s what I assume, until—

“Stop fighting us, Riles!” I hear a panting male voice say. Something about it is almost familiar, but I can’t place it. “We’re here to save you, you big lug!”

My steps falter as confusion washes over me.