Intangible

By DelSheree Gladden

Mason is not imaginary.

He’s not a ghost, either.

And he’s most definitely not a hallucination.

Mason is an Aerling, and the Sentinels’ number one target.

Inseparable since Olivia found Mason crying in her front yard as a child, being apart from each other is unbearable. Knowing the separation is necessary to keep Mason safe and alive should make it easier for Olivia, but being stripped of her best friend and the person she loves most only heightens her fear and suspicions of those claiming to help.

The pain of being kept apart until Mason’s eighteenth birthday, when Olivia is expected to guide him back to the world of the Aerlings, is the least of their worries, though. As the Sentinels intensify their search for Mason, they bring the threat of danger to a level no one is prepared to face.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DelSheree Gladden
• Release date: Apr 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310280030

DelSheree Gladden

DelSheree Gladden was one of those shy, quiet kids who spent more time reading than talking. She didn't speak a single word for the first few months of preschool. Her fascination with reading led to many hours spent in the library and bookstores, and eventually to writing. She wrote her first novel when she was sixteen years old, but spent ten years rewriting before it was published.Native to New Mexico, DelSheree and her family spent several years in Colorado before returning to northern New Mexico. When not writing novels, you can find DelSheree reading, hiking, sewing, playing with her dogs, and working with other authors.DelSheree has several bestselling young adult series and has hit the USA Today Bestseller list twice as part of box sets. DelSheree also has contemporary romance, cozy mystery, and paranormal new adult series. Her writing is as varied as her reading interests.

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Chapter 1

A Dangerous Idea

(Mason)

Being invisible once seemed like a curse. After the last few days of constant, invading supervision, I wish I could go back to being the guy nobody even knew existed. I never realized how much I valued my privacy until it was gone. Losing it to complete strangers makes it even worse. Losing it because there is a whole society of killers out to murder me makes it unbearable.

Mason, please, Molly, my seven-year-old instructor, begs.

Small, fingers wrap around my larger hand. Molly squeezes, but I can feel a slight tremble in her hand. It surprises me and causes me to look at her. The pleading look in her eyes captures my attention.

Mason, you have to focus. You have to learn to access your power and control it. You have to try harder, she pleads. There can’t be any mistakes. They have to do it right this time.

"What do you mean this time?"

Failing is… it’s just not an option, Molly says before dropping her eyes.

What happens if I fail? I ask.

Molly shakes her head, brunette ringlets bouncing into her eyes.  I … she says. I’m not supposed to talk about it. Mrs. Britton will be angry with me if I do.

Feeling the trembling in her hands increase, a surge of protectiveness bunches my shoulder. I’ve only known Molly for three days, but the instant kinship I felt toward her refuses to let me stand by and watch the Brittons mistreat her. The Brittons are not Molly’s biological family, of course. She’s an Aerling like I am. They are the only family she has ever known, though, and she can’t hide how much they scare her.

I don’t want to put Molly in danger of being punished, but I have to know the consequences of failing, so I ask, What happened the last time there was a ruling Aerling like me?

Still visibly upset, Molly relaxes somewhat and answers the question. Usually, ruling Aerlings are identified at a young age. They show special talents right away. As soon as they’re identified, they start intensive training. The Caretakers are afraid of failing.

Turning so I can put one arm around her small shoulders, I hug her against my side. Why are they afraid?

The last time the Caretakers found someone like you, their training didn’t work. They blamed the Aerling, I guess. They said he wasn’t quite right and couldn’t learn to control his power. Every time he tried to use his talents, things got scary. When he turned eighteen, they were more than happy to send him on his way, but the bad things didn’t stop when he left.

What happened?

Molly doesn’t answer right away. Her lips press together, probably to stop them from trembling. She tucks her body more tightly against mine. The first time it happened was the day he went home, not an hour after the Aerling boy and his escort vanished. It was one of the Caretaker children, the one closest to his age that was first. Nobody could explain why she just stopped breathing. Nobody connected the dots at first. It took two more of the family members dying for them to realize what was happening. And it didn’t stop with the family. Everyone who tried to teach the Aerling was dead within weeks of him leaving.

Finding a response to that is impossible. If I don’t learn to control my power before my eighteenth birthday, it could kill everyone who has tried to train me.

I am supposed to be moved every week until my birthday. That’s less than three weeks away, but that is still too many people put in danger because of me. Molly, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.

She shakes her head, almost angrily. I’m not trying to blame you, she says. It won’t hurt me. I’m an Aerling. And even if it hurts the Brittons …

Molly doesn’t finish her thought, but she really doesn’t need to. I felt the coldness of this house the moment I stepped through the door.

You’re scared, though, I say quietly.

She nods.

Why?

It takes a moment before Molly pulls away from me enough to meet my gaze. Her tiny frame looks so small sitting in front of me, vulnerable and fragile. I stay silent as she gathers her courage.

What will happen to me if there isn’t enough time to train you?

Before Robin’s parents handed me over to the Brittons, they gave me strict instructions not to discuss any of the details that brought me to that moment. I was forbidden to tell anyone that my original Caretakers were murdered in front of me when I was five years old. I was definitely not allowed to tell anyone that Olivia found me a few days later, wandering lost and alone, and I have been living with her family for the last twelve years.

The only information exchanged between Robin’s family and the Brittons was that the Sentinels had found me and I had to be kept on the move until my birthday.

To myself, I added that I should never tell anyone that Olivia is my Escort. I also didn’t need to be told that I should keep to myself the fact that I can choose to reveal myself to people, both visually an audibly. That is not something Aerlings are supposed to be able to do. Robin’s parents don’t know about that certain ability, and I intend to keep it that way.

I pull Molly into my lap. She is so light, it takes hardly any effort. She snuggles against me immediately, and I can guess that she rarely gets this much affection. It saddens me and makes me wonder if my memories of my Caretakers those first five years of life are tinted as if being seen through rose colored glasses. I remember being happy with them, but the only other Caretakers I have met have not been like that at all.

Molly, I say, how good are you at memorizing?

Not prepared for this seemingly random question, Molly looks up at me oddly for a moment before answering. Good. It’s one of the things I’m best at.

I nod, pleased. I want you to remember what I’m about to tell you. If you’re ever in trouble, I know someone who will help you and take care of you.

Molly’s eyes widen. Other Caretakers?

When I shake my head, her eyes widen even more. No, they aren’t Caretakers, Molly. This is the first time I’ve lived with Caretakers since I was five years old.

The way Molly’s eyes dart around fearfully puts me on edge as well. I scan the living room carefully. When we are both convinced that we’re truly alone, I lower my voice and tell Molly what I was told to never tell anyone. I repeat Olivia’s address and her home phone number until Molly has it memorized. She proves her superior memorization abilities when she has the information stowed away in only a few minutes.

I can see the hope filling her eyes, but she isn’t convinced yet. But, how will they know I’m there? They won’t be able to see or hear me.

Don’t worry, they’ll find a way to make it work. I hesitate, not sure how much I can tell her. No doubt it is a risk, but I feel connected to Molly and I refuse to leave her alone and scared. Maybe… maybe I can teach you a few things before I leave, too.

Molly looks at me sideways, not sure if I’m playing with her. Her eyes glint with the desire to believe me. The corner of my mouth turns up, and suddenly I want to teach her. I don’t even know if I can, but I am determined to try.

Mrs. Britton walks in from the front yard where she was preparing flower beds for the quickly approaching winter months. Her eyes narrow at the sight of me holding Molly on my lap. She stops in the hallway. Are you two working?

Yes, ma’am, Molly says quickly as she scoots away from me and crosses her legs.

I should hope so, Mrs. Britton says. You have very little time, Molly. Don’t waste it.

I won’t, Molly says quietly.

Mrs. Britton nods and continues on her way.

Disturbed by Mrs. Britton’s words, I turn to Molly and say, Olivia’s family will take you in, no matter why you show up on their doorstep.

Molly blinks quickly, but a tear escapes and rolls down her cheek. Is it scary, she asks, knowing you have to leave Olivia when you go home?

I begin to nod, but stop. Do you know what happens to Escorts when we go home?

Shaking her head, Molly’s eyes drop. No one knows for sure, but they don’t come back. Mrs. Britton says it’s their duty to sacrifice for us.

Why?

Because we’re more important, for some reason, like something bad might happen if the Aerlings disappeared. She says sacrificing the people we love most is the only way to make sure we survive.

Her words punch through me, leaving me hollow. Sacrifice Olivia? I shake my head in defiance. I won’t do it, Molly.

Frightened eyes snap up to mine. You have to, Mason. You’re the most important Aerling the Caretakers have seen in… maybe ever. You’re more powerful than they even realize.

What does that matter? I demand. I won’t sacrifice Olivia just to save myself.

For once, Molly doesn’t shy away from my question. She looks up at me squarely, and says, If you have power, you have a responsibility to use it. Mrs. Britton tells me that all the time, but for you… I think it’s even more important. I think the Aerlings are in trouble, and you’re the only one who can help them. You may not have a choice about Olivia.

I still have a choice, no matter what.

Molly’s nose crinkles in thought, the deep kind of pondering you wouldn’t expect to see on someone so young. She looks up at me, serious and scared. Would you choose Olivia over the lives of every other Aerling?

My shoulders fall as I contemplate her question. Could I really be some kind of answer to saving the Aerlings? Is saving them worth losing Olivia? I sit back, not sure I can make that kind of choice.

Chapter 2

Heaviness

(Olivia)

No matter how many times I look at my phone, more texts won’t magically appear. The night Mason was taken away, I received a text from a random number letting me know he was safe. There’s been nothing since. It’s killing me to not know.

We’re running out of time, Robin says before taking a bite of her roast beef sandwich. Aside from my parents telling us that sending Mason home is an inborn ability and you’ll know what to do when the time comes, we’re no closer to figuring this out.

Do you really think it’s something I’m born with?

Robin looks thoughtful. She shrugs. I don’t know. It would make sense. Caretakers and Sentinels are born with their abilities. Why not Escorts? She tosses her sandwich back down, irritated. That doesn’t mean I believe them that you’ll just magically know what to do. I think they don’t want to tell you yet because they think you’ll go after Mason and try something crazy.

I would.

I know, Robin says.

It makes me sick to my stomach to think about the bruises Robin showed us. The night I ended up in the hospital after the Sentinel stabbed me in the arm, I was so scared and angry that Mason was being taken away from me that I lashed out at Robin and basically blamed her for everything. I certainly don’t think she helped the situation, but I am beginning to realize that the Sentinels had found Mason before Robin ever moved here.

When we realized they were using our neighbor’s house to spy on us, nobody thought at the time to consider how long they had been there. It wasn’t until after Mason left that Mom finally got a hold of the Dewalt’s daughter and found out they had been in Florida visiting her for nearly a month. Yet in all that time, their newspapers never accumulated in the driveway and their mail was taken out of their mailbox each day. More likely than not, the Sentinels had been watching us for a long time.

I feel a sense of guilt for my outburst, now. Some of the blame does fall on Robin’s shoulders, but nothing she did was worth being beaten by her parents like that.

Someone has to know how I’m supposed to help Mason get home, I say, getting back to the topic at hand.

Maybe, Robin says, we should approach this like teaching an Aerling how to control their power.

Huh?

Robin shrugs. If it is an ability you’re born with, my guess is that you need to learn how to control it. Mom and Dad took on a lot of the responsibility for training Eliana because I was still young, but I watched every lesson and even started to teach her on my own before… before she died. We could try, anyway. I’m not sure what else to do.

Really? How? When?

Today after school?

I nod eagerly. Who knows if Robin can really teach me anything, but I’m already feeling desperate for a path that will lead me back to Mason. Even if it doesn’t work, maybe it will distract me. I’m in.

Robin lets out a nervous breath. Good.

To be honest, I still don’t fully trust Robin. She may be lying to me about a great many things. I have no way to know. What I do know, though, is that she is as desperate to get away from her parents as I am to save Mason. Not the strongest of bonds, but it’s enough for now.

Sorry I’m late, Hayden says as he slips into the chair next to me.

Mine and Robin’s eyes lock for a moment before darting over to Hayden.

Uh, no problem, I say. You really don’t have to watch me every second, Hayden. I think I’m safe enough at school.

Hayden’s eyebrows scrunch in annoyance. It doesn’t hurt to have another pair of eyes.

I try not to sigh, because I know he means well, but it’s hard.

Besides, Hayden says, you know you want to eat half my fries. I don’t know why you keep getting salads when you clearly don’t like them.

They’re healthy, I say as I snatch a fry off his tray.

The shake of his head makes me smile a little. Robin kicking me under the table does not. I roll my eyes at her. She knows keeping Hayden away isn’t easy. As far as he knows, I have a lunatic stalker watching my very move. On top of that, Hayden also believes I am still heartbroken over my imaginary globe-hopping almost boyfriend, and that there’s a chance I’ll eventually get over it and throw myself into his arms.

I really tried to tell him that I’m not interested in dating, at all, but Hayden is nothing if not persistent.

So, what are your plans for after school? Hayden asks.

Before I can even open my mouth, Robin interrupts. I’ve got this afternoon covered, thank you very much. We’re studying together at Olivia’s house.

What subject?

We don’t need a babysitter, but thanks, Robin says sweetly.

Turning back to me, Hayden says, Tonight, then? We could watch a movie at your house. I know your dad isn’t keen on you going out.

Like I said, he’s persistent. I smile. Thanks, but I’m still recovering from the hospital stay. I have a hard time staying up much past eight. Maybe in a few days when I’m feeling more like myself, okay?

Hayden takes the rejection gracefully, but I know he’ll hold me to later. Robin knows it as well and frowns. What does she expect me to do? Running from Hayden does absolutely no good. I’ve tried. It only seems to double his determination to protect me. I’m not trying to lead him on. I’m trying to derail his infatuation with me into a straight shot to the friend zone.

I’m relieved when the bell rings a few minutes later. Hayden and I only have one class together this afternoon, so I won’t have to deal with the confusion surrounding him too much until he inevitably shows up at my locker after school to make sure I wasn’t killed or kidnapped during one of my classes. I reach for my half-eaten salad, but Hayden has already grabbed my tray and stacked it on top of his. His fingers curl around my uninjured arm as he helps me up.

My look is just a little bit withering. I’m worn out, not ninety. I can stand up on my own.

I know, Hayden says with a grin.

It’s really hard to stay irritated at him. As much as I don’t want to like him, he really is a sweet guy. Even still, I pull out of his grip and shoo him off to dump our trays. 

Ready? Hayden asks a few minutes later. His eyes scan the hallway in front of us before taking a step.

Robin rolls her eyes. Lead the way, Captain Overprotective.

As usual, Hayden ignores her sarcasm and starts guiding us to our next class. We follow a few steps behind where the chatter of the hallways will drown out our talking.

Leaning toward me, Robin says, Why are you letting him hang around? He’s getting in the way. Are you keeping him on hand as a backup in case things go badly with Mason?

The sharp bite isn’t appreciated any more than her words. Don’t question my devotion to Mason, I hiss. I’m the one willing to die in order to save his life, if that’s what it takes. You’re the one who seems to see him as a get out of jail free card.

My attitude toward Robin has changed a lot, but when she makes comments like that, it’s hard not to bite back. I turn away and focus on the back of Hayden’s head.

As much as I am sympathetic toward Robin, I fear she wouldn’t be half as motivated to help me if she didn’t think Mason could spirit her away from her abusive family for good. I have no ulterior motive when it comes to Mason. His safety has been my goal since the day I found him. I will find him again, and I will do everything in my power to get him back home to the Aerling world. If my life is the price, so be it.

Hayden opens the door for us and Robin stomps in without a backward glance. The confusion on Hayden’s face goes unanswered. I sit down at my desk and reach for my notebook, but a sudden buzz from my back pocket makes me jump. I don’t think twice before pulling my phone out and flicking the screen to life, my heart and soul praying it is Mason.

That hope crashes to the linoleum tile beneath my feet as I see Mom’s smile come up next to the text. It’s just a reminder that she’ll be at work until dinner and we need to reset the alarm as soon as we get home. I flip the phone over and drop it on my desk as a bout of depression kicks in. It’s been three days, and already I’m drowning, gasping for even the tiniest connection with Mason.

I never used to be a crier, but these last few days have been unbearable. Tears burn the backs of my eyes and my whole focus goes toward keeping them from falling. Hayden is looking at me with a worried expression, but I ignore him. My whole soul craves Mason. Dying to save his life doesn’t give me a moment’s pause, but living my life without him is too much to bear. I can feel the need to be near him questing out, reaching and begging.

Something inside of me needs to be near him, something that goes beyond me missing him. I don’t know how to explain the sudden heaviness I feel not having him with me. It is an actual pull to get up and find him, one I can barely control. The ache in my chest builds into something much more than I can contain. I gasp as the desire consumes me entirely, bringing blackness as I lose the fight and slump to my desk.

Chapter 3

Difficulty

(Olivia)

Waking up to half a dozen faces staring at me is more than a little unnerving. I gasp at the sight and cringe away from them. A hand closes down on my shoulder. The touch feels strange, like my skin is distorted. Yanking my arms away from the hand, I stare at the bare parts of my arms. I don’t know what I expected to see, but my skin looks exactly as it should.

What… what happened? I ask.

That’s what we’re all wondering, my teacher, Mr. Malone, says.

Robin shoulders through the crowd and offers me her hand. Back off, she tells everyone. Let her get up, for crying out loud.

Hayden is right behind her. He gets past the other students and kneels down next to me, stopping Robin from pulling me up. I’m grateful for it, because my head is not feeling quite ready for movement. Robin quits trying to get past Hayden and goes back to getting everyone else out of my face.

It’s a slow response, but eventually my fellow students take a step back. Once I give him the okay, Hayden helps me back to my feet slowly as Mr. Malone looks on worriedly. I don’t think the majority of the students at my high school had any clue who I was until the story about the attack was broadcasted. Now everyone knows me all too well. I can feel their eyes glued to me like gawkers at a car accident, wondering what catastrophe will befall me next.

Lately, I find myself wishing I was the one who was invisible.

I’m fine, I say. Sorry for causing a scene.

Mr. Malone rubs his chin, looking a bit unsure. Why don’t you go down to the nurse? Just to be safe. You’ve been through a lot lately. I’d hate to ignore this and have something happen to you.

I hate the idea of drawing more attention to myself, but I really don’t know what just happened and I’m a little freaked out. Uh, yeah. Probably a good idea.

I’ll take her, Robin volunteers.

I think it’d be better if I take her, Hayden argues.

Not that I don’t appreciate his offer, but I know Hayden won’t leave if he takes me down to see the nurse. I do not want to spend the afternoon with him. I can’t handle that right now. Uh, it’s okay, Hayden. Maybe Robin should take me.

Why? Hayden doesn’t look interested in backing down.

Thankfully, Mr. Malone comes to my rescue. Hayden, I’m not sure that would be appropriate. No offense, but I think Robin should take her.

Looking superior, Robin grabs my backpack in one hand and swings her own onto her shoulder. She nearly topples over from the force, but some guy with blonde hair catches her in time. Robin mumbles a quick thanks before stepping up to me. I’m not usually one to need people, but I let Robin help. When she puts a hand under my biceps to help me up, I nearly cringe away. My skin stills feels weird, like it wants to go somewhere else, with or without me. It’s more than a little disturbing.

Hayden runs a hand down my arm. It seems difficult for him not to grab me. The pained expression on his face is almost enough to make me change my mind… but I don’t. I smile weakly at him and look to Robin.

I’ll call you, Hayden says, and you can call me if you need anything.

The desperation in his voice hurts. I know. Thank you, Hayden.

Finally, he lets me go and allows Robin to start leading me away.

If the nurse sends her home, Mr. Malone says, which I’m sure she will, she probably shouldn’t drive herself. Make sure either you or one of her parents drives her.

No problem, Mr. M.

Robin hauls me up from my desk and starts pulling us through the crowd of students. A couple of them bump into me and the creepy crawly feeling intensifies. I close my eyes as the disorientation worsens. By the time we reach the hallway, I pull away from Robin and lean against the wall.

What’s happening? she demands. Are you okay?

I shake my head. The motion makes me nauseous and I have to press my forehead against the cool metal of a locker to steady myself.

Are you sick? Robin asks.

I don’t know. I take a deep breath hoping it will help clear away the icky feeling wriggling around in my stomach. Something doesn’t feel right. My skin… it’s, it’s wrong.

Robin stares at me with one of her looks that says I sound like an idiot. Your skin feels wrong?

It’s like it’s trying to get off me.

Robin’s finger reaches out toward me, but I flinch away. If you touch me, I swear I’ll puke.

She snatches her finger back with a grimace. Ugh. Let’s get to the nurse. No way she’s going to keep you at school.

As we walk toward the nurse’s office, the weird feeling slowly begins to ebb. It takes all the way through Nurse Linda trying to call my parents only to find that they both are either in meetings or out of the office before my stomach stops feeling like it’s going to turn inside out. By the time Robin finishes arguing with her about what to do, I am feeling significantly steadier.

Okay, Robin says as she plops down next to me, the nurse is pulling Evie out of class and giving all three of us passes for the rest of our classes today. I’ll drive you guys home. Your dad can come get your car later.

Wait, why is Evie coming? Is she sick, too?

Robin sighs. No. We’re you not listening?

I was too busy trying not to puke.

After rolling her eyes, Robin says, If you leave now, no one will be here to drive Evie home, and the school is under strict instruction from your parents that neither of you is to leave school alone. So we’re taking her home with us.

Rather than admit that makes sense, I turn away and wait for my sister. It isn’t long before Evie comes bursting into the nurse’s office. Are you okay? What’s going on?

I’m fine, just sick to my stomach. We’re going home before I vomit on someone.

That’s all? Evie asks. Her eyes dart to the nurse. She steps closer as if expecting to now hear the real reason she was called out of class.

Not everything is life or death, Evie. I’m just sick. Plain old, regular sick. Come on, let’s go.

I’m feeling almost like myself again by the time we get to my house, but I’m still drained and hoping I can escape to my bed when I walk through the front door. I should have known better. Robin ditches our backpacks by the front door and yanks me to the living room couch.

Okay, what just happened? I don’t believe for a minute that you suddenly developed a severe case of the stomach flu that only seems to have lasted thirty minutes. Something’s definitely up.

Evie crowds in next to me, her eyes fastened to my face. She feels so close and annoying that I want to push her away, but I take a deep breath and keep my hands to myself.

I don’t know what happened. My hands rub against my head. One minute I was sitting there thinking, and then next, I was waking up on the floor.

You fainted? Evie demands. Nobody told me you fainted!

It was nothing, I argue.

Robin crooks one eyebrow at me. "Fainting is not nothing. Add in your skin feeling wrong, and something weird is definitely happening."

With Evie and Robin both in my face, I feel half suffocated. I push them away from me and stand up, pacing in front of the coffee table. You guys are not helping me feel better.

For a few precious minutes, neither one of them says anything. It takes a while before everything but the jumpiness of my skin fades away. I stop pacing and face them. I have no idea what happened to me, but I think it had something to do with Mason.

What do you mean? Evie and Robin both ask at once. They turn and give each other nasty looks before settling their gazes back on me.

Evie accepts that we need Robin and Robin needs us, but in her mind, that isn’t reason enough to be nice to her. I ignore their cattiness and continue.

I was thinking about Mason before it happened, about how much I missed him and wanted to be with him.

So, Evie says. If I were to guess, I’d say missing Mason is ninety percent of your thoughts lately. Nothing new there.

I shake my head. "No, it was different this time. It started out as me just missing him, but then I needed to be with him. It wasn’t just this sadness about being away from him. Something inside of me was compelling my body to find him. It filled me up and I felt like it was about to burst out of me. It was so consuming, it overwhelmed me. I think that’s when I passed out."

Evie stares at me. Robin narrows her eyes as she ponders what I just said. I don’t pass off either one of them. Evie has surprised us before by coming up with just the right answer at the exact right time. Robin, I’m hoping, might actually just know something. I wait, my eyes darting between the two of them. Robin is the first to speak.

You know how my mom said Escorts don’t usually meet their Aerlings until later in life?

I nod. She said that when I was in the hospital after the Sentinel attack. There isn’t a single second of that night I don’t remember. That was the night Robin’s parents took Mason away from me.

Well, when I asked my grandma why Escorts and Aerlings usually meet later in life than you and Mason did, she gave me this funny look and said, ‘Meeting earlier would only cause difficulty.’ Then she started rambling about peanut butter.

Evie turns and stares at Robin. What is that supposed to mean?

I’m wondering that as well, but I don’t feel the need to repeat Evie’s snarky question.

Pointedly turning away from Evie, Robin says, I’m not entirely sure what she meant by that, but it occurred to me after what you just said, that maybe Escorts and Aerlings come together so late because there might be an issue with them being apart from each other.

Wouldn’t your parents know that, though? I ask. Not that they’d share that info with us, but if it was something that could hurt Mason, or my chances of getting him home, they never would have separated us. Getting Mason home is all they care about.

True, Robin says grudgingly. She sinks back into the couch. As long as it won’t kill you or Mason, they’d still separate you. I think what happened today definitely is related to what my grandma said.

What does that mean? Evie asks.

I finally let myself collapse onto the overstuffed armchair behind me. My fingers rub at my temples slowly. It probably means this is only going to get worse.

Chapter 4

Selfish Desires

(Mason)

The Britton’s watch my every move. After four days, I’ve reached my limit. I can’t go any longer without contacting Olivia. I know the Brittons are keeping such a tight leash on me because stepping outside could mean my death, but only if I make a mistake.

I creep over to the window in my bedroom knowing it will be screwed to the sill. All the windows are like this. The Brittons didn’t start these precautions the day I got here. Molly has spent her life like this, and it shows. She appreciates that the Brittons have never once

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OMG. Literally my favorite book!!

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THIS IS AN AMAZING SERIES, IF YOU HAVEN'T STARTED THE SERIES YOU SHOULD!! IT'S RARE TO COME ACROSS AMAZING BOOKS LIKE THESE. I ALSO WANT TO COMMEND THE AUTHOR FOR AN AMAZING JOB. WELDONE

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I love it..

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I love the drama and connection Mason and Olivia have for each other