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Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.

Sophie Foster was going home.

Sophie smiled. “Yeah, I think you whined the entire way.” “We all have our gifts. And speaking of whining—” “No whining in the happy place! Seriously, Keefe, try to concentrate.

Sophie flung a pillow at his head. Or, she tried to. Throwing with her left arm was much harder than she expect, and... She ended up nailing Magnate Leto in the face. Keefe doubled over, clutching his sides and gasping between choking laughs: “THAT...WAS...THE...GREATEST...THING...IVE...EVER...SEEN!

Sophie sighed. “You don’t have to do this.” “If you’re talking about being adorable, I really can’t help myself.” He said it with a wink and a smirk-which wasn’t playing fair. But she managed to stop her lips from curling into a smile.

Sophie turned to him, so relieved to see his beautiful eyes staring at her that she didn’t care he’d been eavesdropping.

Sophie froze. “My name’s Fitz,” he added, stepping closer still. Fitz? What kind of name was Fitz?

Sophie’s gasp echoed off the circle of trees, and she blinked to make sure her eyes were working. A few feet in front of her stood a shimmering pale horse with outstretched feathered wings. It wasn’t a pegasus—she knew from the books she’d studied at Havenfield that those were smaller and huskier, with deep blue spots and midnight blue manes. This horse had wavy silver hair that trailed up its neck and parted around a horn of swirled white and silver that jutted from its forehead like a unicorn. But the unicorns she’d seen didn’t have wings. “What are you?” Sophie whispered as she stared into the horse’s deep brown eyes. Usually she thought brown eyes were flat and boring—especially her own—but these had glinting flecks of gold, and gazed back at her so intently she couldn’t look away.

Sophie tugged out a loose eyelash-a nervous habit-and started at her feet.

Sophie fought off her smile as Fitz kicked the sand, stirring up a coppery cloud. He was so determined to be angry that it was honestly kind of adorable.

Sophie moved to his side. “Hey,” she said, nudging him until he looked at her. “Think you can help me master these dance moves before the Ceremonies next week?” A small grin spread across his lips. “I don’t know. I can’t exactly work miracles.” “Hey, I’m not that bad.” He grabbed her hands as she tried to shove him, and his face turned serious. “You’re not bad at all. You’re awesome.” He blushed after he said it, and Sophie dropped her eyes to the ground.

Sophie stomach growled, and she gave herself three seconds to imagine it-to picture what it would be like to creep through the shimmering halls when they were empty and quiet and dark and see all the hidden places Keefe had discovered. But... “Don’t you go shaking that adorable little head at me, Foster,” Keefe said before she could get a word out.

So that still freaks you out, huh? That might be proof that it needs to happen. His eyes locked on hers, refusing to let her look away. And when she swallowed, it was so loud, she was sure the whole world heard it. Or, he said. We could skip the talking. And do what? She asked, hating her voice for cracking. Any ideas? He was so close now, she could feel his breath warming her cheeks. He leaned a tiny bit closer and someone cleared his throat, very loudly.

So,” she mumbled, not sure how to finish that sentence – or what to do with her arms. Or where to stand. It all felt awkward and weird and wrong-until fits dropped his crutches and gently pulled her into a hug. “I don’t want to go,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to either,“ she admitted, hoping her hushed tone hit the thickness of her voice. She told herself not to pull him tighter so he wouldn’t feel how hard her heart was pounding. But she couldn’t help leaning closer when she realized his pulse felt just as crazy as hers. She didn’t know what that meant. But it felt like something.

Stina laughed her high, wheezy snicker. “Last I checked, empathy wasn’t an ability your creators gave you.” “Last I checked, you hadn’t manifested any abilities at all,” Sophie spit through gritted teeth.

Take care of my moonlark.

Take care of yourself, okay?” Sophie whispered. Her sister nodded. “And you keep . . . saving the world.

Thank you,” she said as he walked her back to the Healing Center and she tried to make a note of the route so she could find the secret cafeteria again. “Tonight would’ve been... pretty rough if you hadn’t stopped by.” “I know,” he told her. “For me too.” “Awwwwwww, you guys are SO adorable,” Ro jumped in.

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 pair of beautiful aquamarine eyes. Fitz’s eyes. Her first friend in her new life. Her first friend ever.

The teasing tone faded from his voice, replaced with something that made Sophie very aware of how close they were standing.

They weren’t friends. And they weren’t actually sisters. They were just two different girls from two different worlds.

They pulled apart when Keefe shouted, "YOU GUYS HAVE TO SEE THIS!" They ran to the main room and found Keefe standing under the skylight, holding up Mr. Snuggles like it was a baby lion about to be made king. The sparkly red dragon twinkled almost as much as Keefe's eyes as he said, "I went in to check on our boy and found him cuddling with THIS!" "Isn't that the same dragon Fitz brought to your house that one time?" Dex asked Sophie. "WHAT?" Keefe shouted. "YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!" "Mr. Snuggles wasn't my secret to share," Sophie said. "IT'S NAME IS MR. SNUGGLES?! That is... I can't even..." Keefe ran back to Fitz's room shouting, "ARE YOU MISSING YOUR SNUGGLE BUDDY?!" "Fitz is going to die of embarrassment, you know that, right?" Biana asked.

Ugh, now I get why Keefe was always going on about this one,” the figure to Gethen’s right grumbled. “They both think they’re so clever.

Typical Foster, always knocking guys off their feet.

We could dig into some of the small stuff we hold back.” “Like what?” He started his hands, twisting the Cognate rings round and round before he transmitted, like all the stuff you tell Keefe and don’t tell me.

Vika glared at him for a second, then shoved Sophie back, sending her tumbling into Fitz’s arms. “You okay?” he asked, flashing his movie-star-worthy smile as he steadied her. She was fairly certain her face was on fire as she pulled away and mumbled, “Yeah. Thanks.

Vika snatched Sophie’s wrist with a mud-streaked hand. “You wretched girl! Call her down right now.” “Why do you need my help? Aren’t you the expert?” Keefe snickered. “Ooh, good one, Foster!

Wanna bet?” Keefe countered. “Bad idea,” Sophie told him. “You’ve won twice now- that means you’re pretty much guaranteed to lose. Especially since this bet relies on me again.” He grinned. “Exactly, Foster. You’re always the safe bet.

We have too many villains,” Sophie said through a sigh. Keefe snorted. “You’re not wrong.

Well, if you like honestly,” Ro said, following him over to Keefe, “it stinks here, too. Everything smells like...” “Fresh air?” Sophie guessed. “Awww, my girl keeps getting snarkier and snarkier,” Keefe said proudly. “I’m not your girl,” Sophie snapped back. “And don’t think I’m done being mad at you!

Why else would you spend so much time helping Miss Fosters causes?” “Uh... you’ve seen how cute she is, right?” Keefe asked.

What I was still out of it, I heard your voice in my head- I think it’s why I woke up.” Her face tried its best to burst into flames. “Sorry, I-“ “Don’t be,” he interrupted. “I’m glad I’m awake.” “So am I,” she admitted. “But... you have to be super careful, okay?” “I will if you will,” he made her promise. He waited for her to meet his eyes, and when she did, he gave her the sweetest smile she’d ever seen. “By the way,” he murmured, pressing Mr. Snuggles against his heart. “I missed you too.

What?” Sophie asked, wiping under her lashes when she noticed Keefe staring. “Did I smudge it?” “No, Foster. You look... perfect.

Why do clothes never have enough pockets? There should always be lots of pockets... the more pockets the better!

Why would she pick tunics you don’t like?” “Because they had to ruin them,” she said, running her hand over her bare shoulder. Fitz cleared his throat. “I... wouldn’t call that ruined.” He didn’t say what he would call it, though, and it made her with her Polyglot ability worked for translating Cute Boy so she could figure out if that was suppose to be a compliment. It kinda felt like one.

You can’t change who you are! Or who your family is,” Tam told her. “Believe me—if I could! I would. All you can do is make sure you’re living by what you believe in.

Yeah, what time should we arrive to catch the Great Fitzphie Ooze Fest?” Keefe asked. “We’re not calling it that,” Sophie told him. “Oh, I think we are. And don’t worry, Foster,” Keefe added, patting her on the head. “I’ll still love you when you’re oozy.

You okay?” Keefe asked, flicking a strand of her blonde hair to get her attention. “And before you answer, remember: You’re talking to an Empath. Plus, you’ve already pulled put two eyelashes since we got here, and I can tell you’re dying to go for a third.” She was.

You look scared,” Dex told Stina as she watched Sandor melt back into the shadows. “Did you pee your pants?” “I don’t talk to trash.

You’re being dumb,” Sophie told him. “Technopathy is cool.” “Easy for you to say. It’s not fair you get to be a Telepath and an Inflictor.

You’re bleeding,” Fitz interrupted, lifting Sophie’s hand and examining her palm. Thin streams of red dripped down her skin. “These look bad, Sophie. You should get them treated.” “I’m fine,” she said, trying not to think about the blood, or the fact that Fitz was technically holding her hand, since both things made her head spin way too fast. “Really. It’s not a big deal. We don’t need to call Elwin.

Alden turned to Grady. “I’m sorry to be late. I’d hoped to get here before the Hekses arrived. But Fitz, Keefe, and Biana insisted on seeing the long-lost alicorn, and someone needed time to fix their hair.” “Hey, a guy’s gotta look his best for the ladies.” Keefe patted the back of his head. “Right, Foster?” Sophie ignored him—though she could feel her cheeks blushing.

You’re in this, like, Ultra Knight in Shining Armor mode-“ “Aw, you hear that, Ro? Foster thinks I’m her hero!

Amy hugged her tighter. “Does that mean I can keep you?” “Only if I can keep you.

And it all started with a field trip, a giant dinosaur model, and an especially noticeable pair of teal eyes.

And to be glad to wake up and find people in her room, instead of dancing anthropomorphic animals.

And you can keep the pin.” “Uh-uh, it’s yours.” “But you want it.” “And I want you to have it! So how about we call him ours? Will name Krakie, and he can live right here.” Keefe pointed to the bandage covering her right hand. “That way Krakie can protect you from the echo – not that you need protection. He’ll just be your backup.

And the countdown to Nightfall had officially begun.

And you get to bathe the verminion for the next month,” Grady added. Sophie groaned. She swore the giant mutant-hamster-thing had been plotting to destroy her since she’d helped trap it when it arrived at Havenfield. “That’s just mean.” “No, that’s awesome,” Dex corrected. “Glad you think so, Dex,” Grady told him, “ ’Cause you get to help her.” “Hey—I didn’t do anything wrong!” “I never said you did. But do you really think Sophie will let you just stand there and watch her work?

And you can keep the pin.” “Uh-uh, it’s yours.” “But you want it.” “And I want you to have it! So how about we call him ours? Will name Krakie, and he can live right here.” He pointed to the bandage covering her right hand. “That way Krakie can protect you from the echo – not that you need protection. He’ll just be your backup.” 246 His smile softened into something that made Sophie’s cheeks warm. And her heart seem to trip over itself as he leaned close and carefully pinned Krakie to the back of her hand, right in the center. His palm rested over her is when he finished, and she got the sense that there was something he wasn’t saying. But then his eyes skipped past her, landing on Fitz for a beat before he shifted his focus.