by Lauren Kate
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"I thought Id nd you here. "
Shelby. Luce shook her head and blinked a few times. Not just Shelby, but Miles, too. Both of them looked exhausted. Luce was exhausted. She glanced at her watch, not surprised by now to see how long shed spent glimpsing the Announcer. It was after one in the morning. What were Miles and Shelby still doing up?
"Wh-What . . . what were you trying to . . . ," Miles stammered, pointing at the place where the Announcer had been. She looked over her shoulder. It had splintered into hundreds of shadowy pine needles that rained down, brittle enough to turn to ash where they landed.
"I think Im going to be sick," Luce muttered, rolling to the side and aiming behind a nearby tree. She heaved a few times, but nothing came up. She closed her eyes, racked with guilt. Shed been too weak and too late to save herself.
A cool hand reached around and pulled her short blond waves back from her face. Luce saw Shelbys frayed black yoga pants and ip- opped feet and felt a wave of gratitude.
"Thanks," she said. After a long moment, she wiped her mouth and unsteadily got to her feet. "Are you mad at me?"
"What mad? Im proud of you. You gured it out. Why do you even need someone like me anymore?" Shelby gave Luce a one-shoulder shrug.
"Shelby--"
"No, Ill tell you why you need me," Shelby blurted. "To keep you out of catastrophes like the one you almost just threw yourself into! Willy- nilly, might I add. What were you trying to do? Do you know what happens to people who go inside Announcers?"
Luce shook her head.
"Me neither, but I doubt its pretty!"
"You just have to know what youre doing," Miles said suddenly from behind them. His face looked paler than normal. Luce must really have shaken him up.
"Oh, and I presume you know what youre doing?" Shelby challenged.
"No," he mumbled. "But one summer my parents made me take a workshop with this old angel who knew how, okay?" He turned to Luce. "And the way you were doing it? Wasnt even close. You really scared me, Luce. "
"Im sorry. " Luce winced. Shelby and Miles were acting like shed betrayed them by coming out here alone. "I thought you guys were going to the camp re behind the lodge. "
"We thought you were going," Shelby shot back. "We were there for a while, but then Jasmine started crying about how Dawn had disappeared, and the teachers got all weird, especially when they realized you were missing too, so the party kinda broke up. So then I mention casually to Miles that I kind of sort of have an idea what you might be up to and that Im o to nd you and suddenly hes Mr. Superglue--" Miles that I kind of sort of have an idea what you might be up to and that Im o to nd you and suddenly hes Mr. Superglue--"
"Wait a minute," Luce broke in. "Dawn disappeared?"
"Probably not," Miles o ered. "I mean, you know how she and Jasmine are. Theyre just ighty. "
"But it was her party," Luce said. "She wouldnt miss her own party. "
"That was what Jasmine kept saying," Miles o ered. "She didnt come to the room last night, and wasnt at mess this morning, so nally Frankie and Steven instructed us all to go back to the dorms, but--"
"Twenty bucks says Dawns mugging down with some non-Neph greaseball in the woods around here. " Shelby rolled her eyes.
"No. " Luce had a bad feeling about this. Dawn had been so excited about the camp re. Shed ordered T-shirts online even though there was no way in the world shed be able to convince any of the Nephilim kids to wear them. She wouldnt just disappear--not of her own volition. "How long has she been gone?"
When the three of them came out of the woods, Luce was even more shaken up. And not just about Dawn. She was shaken by what shed seen in the Announcer. Watching death close in on her former self was agony, and this was the rst time she had seen it. Daniel, on the other hand, had had to watch it hundreds of times. Only now could she understand why hed been so cold to her when they rst met: to save them both the trauma of going through another gruesome death. The reality of Daniels plight began to overwhelm her, and she was desperate to see him.
Crossing the lawn to the dorm, Luce had to shade her eyes. Powerful ashlights were sweeping over the campus. A helicopter droned in the distance, its searchlight tracing the shoreline, sweeping back and forth along the beach. A wide line of men in dark uniforms walked along the path from the Nephilim lodge to the mess hall, slowly scanning the ground.
Miles said, "Thats standard formation for search parties. Form a line and leave no inch of ground uncovered. "
"Oh God," Luce said under her breath.
"She really is missing. " Shelby winced. "Not good karma. "
Luce broke into a jog toward the Nephilim lodge. Miles and Shelby followed. The path, decked with owers and so pretty in the daylight, now looked overgrown with shadow. Ahead of them, the camp re in the pit had faded to glowing embers, but all the lights were on at the lodge, inside each of the two stories, and all around the deck. The great A-frame building was ablaze and looked formidable in the dark night.
Luce could see the scared faces of a lot of the Nephilim kids who were sitting on the benches around the deck. Jasmine was crying, her red knit cap tugged low on her head. She was holding Liliths sti hand for support as two cops with notebooks ran through a bunch of questions. Luces heart went out to the girl. She knew how horri c that process could be.
The cops swarmed around the deck, passing out blown-up black-and-white photocopies of a recent photograph of Dawn that someone had printed o the Internet. Glancing down at the low-resolution image, Luce was surprised to see how much Dawn did resemble her--at least, before shed dyed her hair. She remembered talking the morning after shed done it, how Dawn kept joking about their not being Twinkies anymore.
Luce covered her gasp with her hand. Her head hurt as she began to add up so many things that hadnt made sense. Until now.
The awful moment on the life raft. Stevens harsh warning about keeping it a secret. Daniels paranoia about "dangers" hed never explained to Luce. The Outcast whod lured her o campus, the threat that Cam had destroyed in the forest. The way Dawn looked so much like her in the fuzzy black-and-white photograph.
Whoever took Dawn had been mistaken. It was Luce they wanted.
Chapter Twelve
SEVEN DAYS
Friday morning, Luces eyes blinked open and fell on the clock. Seven-thirty a. m. Shed barely gotten any sleep--she was a mess, worried sick about Dawn and still angry about the past life shed witnessed the day before via the Announcer. It was so eerie to have seen the moments leading up to her death. Would they all have been like that? Her mind kept running up against the same roadblock over and over again:
If it hadnt been for Daniel . . .
Would she have had a shot at a normal life, a relationship with someone else, getting married, having kids, and growing old like the rest of the world? If it hadnt been for Daniel falling in love with her ages ago, would Dawn be missing right now?
These questions were all detours, which eventually owed back to the most important one: Would love be di erent with someone else? Was love even possible with someone else? Love was supposed to be easy, wasnt it? Then why did she feel so tormented?
Shelbys head swung down from the top bunk, her thick blond ponytail dropping behind her like a heavy rope. "Are you as freaked out by all this as I am?"
Luce patted the bed for Shelby to scoot down and sit next to her. Still in her thick red annel pajamas, Shelby slid onto Luces bed, bringing two giant bars of dark chocolate with her.
Luce was going to say she couldnt possibly eat, but as the scent of the chocolate wafted to her nose, she peeled back the bronze foil and gave Shelby a tiny smile.
"Hits the spot," Shelby said. "You know that thing I said last night about Dawn making out with some greaseball? I feel really bad about it. "
Luce shook her head. "Oh, Shel, you didnt know. You cant feel bad about that. " She, on the other hand, had plenty of reason to feel sick over what had happened to D
awn. Luce had spent so much time already feeling responsible for the deaths of people near her--Trevor, then Todd, then poor, poor Penn. Her throat closed up at the thought of adding Dawn to the list. She wiped a silent tear away before Shelby could see. It was getting to a point where she was going to have to quarantine herself, to stay away from everyone she loved so that they could be safe.
A knock on their door made Luce and Shelby both jump. The door opened slowly. Miles.
"They found Dawn. "
"What?" Luce and Shelby asked, sitting up in unison.
Miles dragged Luces desk chair over to the bed and sat facing the girls. He took his cap o and wiped his forehead. It was beaded with sweat, like hed come running across campus to tell them.
"I couldnt sleep last night," he said, turning the cap in his hands. "I was up early, walking around. I ran into Steven and he told me the good news. The people who took her brought her back around sunrise. Shes shaken up, but shes not hurt. "
"Thats a miracle," Shelby murmured.
Luce was more dubious. "I dont get it. They just brought her back? Unharmed? When does that ever happen?"
And how long had it taken whoever they were to realize they had the wrong girl?
"It wasnt that simple," Miles admitted. "Steven was involved. He rescued her. "
"From who?" Luce practically shouted.
Miles shrugged, rocking back on two legs of the chair. "Beats me. Im sure Steven knows, but, uh, Im not exactly his rst choice for pillow talk. "
The idea made Shelby hoot. That Dawn had been found, unharmed, seemed to relax everyone except Luce. Her body was growing numb. She couldnt stop thinking: It should have been me.
She got out of bed and grabbed a T-shirt and jeans from her closet. She had to nd Dawn. Dawn was the only person who could answer her questions. And even though Dawn would never understand, Luce knew she owed her an apology.
"Steven did say that the people who took her wont be back anymore," Miles added, watching Luce worriedly.
"And you believe him?" Luce sco ed.
"Why shouldnt he?" a voice asked from the open doorway.
Francesca was leaning up against the threshold in a khaki trench coat. She was radiating calm, but she didnt seem exactly happy to see them. "Dawn is home now and shes safe. "
"I want to see her," Luce said, feeling ridiculous standing there in the tattered T-shirt and running shorts shed slept in.
Francesca pursed her lips. "Dawns family picked her up an hour ago. Shell be back at Shoreline when the time is right. "
"Why are you acting like nothing happened?" Luce threw up her arms. "Like Dawn wasnt kidnapped--"
"She wasnt kidnapped," Francesca corrected. "She was borrowed, and it turned out to be a mistake. Steven handled it. "
"Um, is that supposed to make us feel better? She was borrowed? For what?"
Luce searched Francescas features--and saw nothing but levelheaded calm. But then something in Francescas blue eyes changed: They narrowed, then widened, and a silent plea passed from Francesca to Luce. Francesca wanted Luce not to show what she suspected in front of Miles or Shelby. Luce didnt know why, but she trusted Francesca.