She pulled her shoulder-length blond hair around her face, wishing she could hide behind it. Sweeney,” she mumbled, shrinking under the glares of her now staring classmates. She tried not to wince as the bright fluorescents reflected off the vivid blue walls of the museum, amplifying the throbbing headache she was hiding. “Have you decided that you’re too smart to pay attention to this information?” Sophie forced her eyes open. SWEENEY’S NASAL voice cut through Sophie’s blaring music as he yanked her earbuds out by the cords.
The white fires were already burning-curving toward her city and filling the sky with sticky, sweet smoke. Maybe if she hadn’t noticed him that day in the museum, none of this would have happened. Were they going to kill her? Would the Black Swan really destroy their own creation? What was the point of Project Moonlark, then? What was the point of the Everblaze? The drug lulled her toward a dreamless oblivion, but she fought back- clinging to the one memory that could shine a tiny spot of light in the thick, inky haze. A cloth across her lips stifled her cry for help, and a sedative’s sweet aroma stung her nose when she inhaled, making her head spin. A wave of cold rushed through her as the horrifying realization dawned. Something rough pressed against her wrists and ankles, refusing to let her move. She tried opening her eyes and found only darkness. PREFACE BLURRY, FRACTURED MEMORIES SWAM through Sophie’s mind, but she couldn’t piece them together. (And because I’m hoping imaginary grandchildren count!)
For Mom and Dad, who always believed this day would come.
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