by Teri Terry
2020 First US edition
Copyright © 2020 by Teri Terry
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Terry, Teri, author. | Terry, Teri. Dark matter trilogy; [3]
Title: Evolution / Teri Terry.
Description: [First U.S. edition]. | Watertown, MA : Charlesbridge, 2020. |
Series: Dark matter trilogy; book 3 | Audience: Ages 12+ | Summary: Shay, her manipulative father, Xander, and the other survivors are hiding out at the secret Multiverse compound in Scotland, where Shay still hopes to find some trace of the real Callie, her boyfriend’s missing sister, and heal the breach between herself and Kai–who remains her best chance to escape her father’s clutches and stop the deadly contagion.
Identifiers: LCCN 2019033825 (print) | LCCN 2019033826 (ebook) | ISBN 9781623541385 (hardcover) | ISBN 9781632899125 (ebook)
Subjects: LCSH: Epidemics–Juvenile fiction. | Human experimentation in medicine–Juvenile fiction. | Genetic engineering–Juvenile fiction. | Missing children–Juvenile fiction. | Fathers and daughters–Juvenile fiction. | Scotland–Juvenile fiction. | Science fiction. | CYAC: Science fiction. | Epidemics–Fiction. | Genetic engineering–Fiction. | Missing persons–Fiction. | Fathers and daughters–Fiction. | Scotland–Fiction. | LCGFT: Science fiction.
Classification: LCC PZ7.T2815 Ev 2019 (print) | LCC PZ7.T2815 (ebook) | DDC 813.6 [Fic]–dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2019033825
LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2019033826
Ebook ISBN 9781632899125
Production supervision by Brian G. Walker
Cover and map art by Sarah Richards Taylor
Ebook design adapted from printed book designed by Sarah Richards Taylor
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Map
Part 1
Chapter 1: Lara
Chapter 2: Shay
Chapter 3: Lara
Chapter 4: Shay
Chapter 5: Lara
Chapter 6: Shay
Chapter 7: Lara
Chapter 8: Shay
Chapter 9: Lara
Chapter 10: Shay
Chapter 11: Lara
Chapter 12: Shay
Part 2
Chapter 1: Freja
Chapter 2: Kai
Chapter 3: Freja
Chapter 4: Kai
Chapter 5: Freja
Chapter 6: Kai
Chapter 7: Freja
Chapter 8: Kai
Chapter 9: Freja
Chapter 10: Kai
Part 3
Chapter 1: Lara
Chapter 2: Shay
Chapter 3: Lara
Chapter 4: Shay
Chapter 5: Lara
Chapter 6: Shay
Chapter 7: Lara
Chapter 8: Shay
Chapter 9: Lara
Chapter 10: Shay
Chapter 11: Lara
Chapter 12: Shay
Chapter 13: Lara
Chapter 14: Shay
Chapter 15: Lara
Chapter 16: Shay
Chapter 17: Lara
Chapter 18: Shay
Chapter 19: Callie
Chapter 20: Shay
Chapter 21: Callie
Chapter 22: Shay
Chapter 23: Callie
Chapter 24: Shay
Chapter 25: Callie
Part 4
Chapter 1: Freja
Chapter 2: Kai
Chapter 3: Freja
Chapter 4: Kai
Chapter 5: Freja
Chapter 6: Kai
Chapter 7: Freja
Chapter 8: Kai
Chapter 9: Freja
Chapter 10: Kai
Chapter 11: Freja
Chapter 12: Kai
Chapter 13: Freja
Chapter 14: Kai
Chapter 15: Freja
Chapter 16: Kai
Chapter 17: Freja
Chapter 18: Kai
Chapter 19: Freja
Chapter 20: Kai
Chapter 21: Freja
Chapter 22: Kai
Chapter 23: Freja
Chapter 24: Kai
Chapter 25: Freja
Chapter 26: Kai
Part 5
Chapter 1: Callie
Chapter 2: Shay
Chapter 3: Callie
Chapter 4: Shay
Chapter 5: Callie
Chapter 6: Shay
Chapter 7: Callie
Chapter 8: Shay
Chapter 9: Callie
Chapter 10: Shay
Chapter 11: Callie
Chapter 12: Shay
Chapter 13: Callie
Chapter 14: Shay
Chapter 15: Callie
Chapter 16: Shay
Chapter 17: Callie
Chapter 18: Shay
Chapter 19: Callie
Chapter 20: Shay
Chapter 21: Callie
Chapter 22: Shay
Chapter 23: Callie
Chapter 24: Shay
Part 6
Chapter 1: Freja
Chapter 2: Callie
Chapter 3: Shay
Chapter 4: Kai
Chapter 5: Freja
Chapter 6: Callie
Chapter 7: Shay
Chapter 8: Kai
Chapter 9: Freja
Chapter 10: Callie
Chapter 11: Shay
Chapter 12: Kai
Chapter 13: Freja
Chapter 14: Callie
Chapter 15: Shay
Chapter 16: Kai
Chapter 17: Freja
Chapter 18: Callie
Chapter 19: Shay
Chapter 20: Kai
Chapter 21: Freja
Chapter 22: Callie
Chapter 23: Shay
Chapter 24: Kai
Chapter 25: Freja
Chapter 26: Callie
Chapter 27: Shay
Chapter 28: Kai
Part 7
Chapter 1: Shay
Chapter 2: Callie
Chapter 3: Jenna
Chapter 4: Kai
Chapter 5: Shay
Chapter 6: Callie
Acknowledgments
Each of the seven stages of evolution can only be investigated from the one before, stepping backward in time…
—Xander, Multiverse Manifesto
PART 1
MICRO-EVOLUTION
Random changes that give a survival advantage are perpetuated within a species: the fittest survive and pass on their traits. But what if the changes aren’t random? This is the moment humankind will truly evolve.
—Xander, Multiverse Manifesto
CHAPTER 1
LARA
MY FEET TAKE ME TO THE VERY EDGE OF THE WORLD.
There is nothing beyond this place if I look at it straight on—the woods, the path, and even the sky above them disappear, lost in a white mist. If I turn my eyes far to the side, I can almost see ghostly images of trees and hills, spread out below. So maybe the world does go on, and a part of me somehow knows that it must. But it’s the edge of my world.
If I think about it ahead of time, I can’t come here. I can’t decide to walk to this place; I can only do it as if by accident. If I’m upset enough and just walk, without planning to go anywhere in particular, I end up here. It’s a reflex, like my leg jerking up if my knee is hit just so with a hammer.
Why was I upset? My thoughts veer in a direction they can’t take, and slip away.
I lean forward, tilting into the world that vanishes beyond and below—arms outstretched in a sort of Titanic moment—and close my eyes. Can I lose my balance and tumble forward down this hill, out of this place?
Maybe I could if I fell asleep. No one can control where I go in my dreams—not even me. I shiver, my thoughts dragged back to last night. To…to…well. Whatever it was has vanished from my thoughts. Calm washes through me once again.
Unable to stop myself from trying, I lift my right foot and step forward. But when I open my eyes, it’s the same as always: I’ve turned and gone the other way, away from the edge. I sigh and lean against a tree.
Roots stretch out near my feet, twisted and exposed. If my foot caught against a root, just here, could I sprawl and fall forward then? But no, it’s too late: I’ve thought about it now. I can’t trick my feet into a trip that formed in my thoughts.
Maybe next time.
Then I hear the summons, deep in my mind—
Lara, come.
And it’s another reflex that has me instantly running, back the way I came, with direction and purpose—
Obedience.
The sort that is blind.
CHAPTER 2
SHAY
THE PLANE LURCHES AGAIN, and I grip the arms of my seat tight.
Elena sits terrified in the row in front of me; Beatriz, next to her, isn’t bothered at all. Maybe when you’re eight years old like Beatriz, you’re not scared; you can’t be. But the usual assumption with that would be that you’re not scared because you don’t understand you could really be hurt, or what death even means. That doesn’t apply to her, right? Beatriz has seen her whole family—and many more—die from the epidemic. She saw survivors like us, too, die around her in the fires of the vigilante survivor hunters, Vigil. Beatriz knows what death is, what it looks like, how it feels to watch someone you care about die screaming. To be flooded with their last thoughts if you touch them after they’re gone. Maybe after all that, flying into a storm seems tame.
Chamberlain has hitched a ride too, and is half on the seat next to me, half on my knees. The tip of his tail twitches almost imperceptibly, like he is annoyed but not deigning to let it ruffle his cool cat persona. His front claws are embedded in my jeans, holding on and scratching my leg underneath now and then when the plane pitches or drops—the feline version of the brace-for-your-life position? I stroke him as much to reassure myself as to reassure him, and I try to concentrate on here, now, on my fear and his warm weight and claws. But it isn’t anywhere near enough to take my focus away from the agony inside.
Kai closed his mind.
He turned his back to me and walked away.
I feel as if I’m draining away, my essence leaving me, drop by painful drop.
Hang on, everyone, we’ll be through this in a moment. Alex broadcasts the thought to all of our minds from his seat up front: he’s the one at the controls, flying this thing.
Alex—Xander, I mean, as that’s how he is known by everyone here. My father.
Not that he’s ever been that to me.
Fairness makes me admit he never had the chance—not when Mum left him and never told him about me. But now he knows I’m his daughter, and the thought makes me uneasy. Mum didn’t want him to know, did she? Now that she’s gone, I can’t even ask her why.
Xander isn’t scared, at least not that he lets any of us see. None of his followers on the plane with us are either—they are calm, serene, even—and somehow I know that Xander’s reassurances were more for Beatriz, Elena, and me than anyone else. The others trust him completely.
Who are these people, really? They are all members of Multiverse. It’s like a cult, Iona said—one that worships truth. They worship Xander too, by the looks of things. The day Iona read something about them in the newspaper on the school bus and then told me about it seems like a million years ago, and remembering that day, one of our last ordinary days together, fills me with longing to be with her. My best friend—is she all right? What would she make of Xander? I hope she never has the chance to find out.
As if Xander controls the sky and weather as much as this plane and all of our lives, our path evens out soon after his reassurance. The plane glides smooth, safe, but Chamberlain’s claws continue to hold on like the tumult inside me. I fix my eyes out the window, mental barriers up—not wanting any stray thoughts to leak out to those around me. I struggle to control the tears that threaten, but one spills down my cheek and I flick it away.
Kai, how could you shut me out?
I agreed to go with Xander to try to find Kai’s sister, Callie, but Kai wouldn’t listen to why. All he saw was me leaving with his ex-stepdad, a man he hates; all he heard was that Xander is also my father, something I hadn’t told him. I knew I should have ages ago, but couldn’t bring myself to say the words. At first there were too many other things for him to deal with, then the longer I kept quiet, the harder it was to explain why I hadn’t told him before. But the way it came out—Xander being the one who told him—made everything worse.
And Kai didn’t believe me that it wasn’t Callie’s ghost who had been with us all along, that instead it was Jenna, an imposter. That it was actually Jenna who was destroyed in the bomb blast—Jenna who gave up her existence, such as it was, to save me. More pain twists in my gut. We went through so much together, and now, because of me, she’s gone.
But it all adds up to this: Kai’s sister, Callie, a real girl who lived and breathed and may do so still, could be out there somewhere, and only Xander can lead me to her.
Worse than everything else is that Kai didn’t believe in me.
Xander said he knows how much it hurts to be different, to lose somebody because of it. He lost Mum because she sensed the difference—a wrongness, she called it—inside of him.
I’m scared she’d think the same about me now.
Is that the real reason behind Kai’s rejection?
He’s always struggled with how I changed when I survived the epidemic that killed so many—the one he is immune to. The way I can talk in his mind, and manipulate auras—to heal, to kill. The latter may have only ever been to defend myself, but his horror when he knew…He couldn’t handle it, could he?