Wild. Aprilynne Pike

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      APRILYNNE PIKE

      Wild

       To Gwendolyn, who was with me for every minute of revisions. Every. Minute.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter Twenty-Four

      Chapter Twenty-Five

      Chapter Twenty-Six

      Chapter Twenty-Seven

      Chapter Twenty-Eight

      Chapter Twenty-Nine

      Chapter Thirty

      Chapter Thirty-One

      Chapter Thirty-Two

      Chapter Thirty-Three

      Chapter Thirty-Four

      Chapter Thirty-Five

      Chapter Thirty-Six

      Also by Aprilynne Pike

      Copyright

       About the Publisher

      Chapter One

      The halls of Del Norte High buzzed with first-day-of-school chaos as Laurel wedged herself through a crowd of sophomores and spotted David’s broad shoulders. She twined her arms round his waist and pressed her face against his soft T-shirt.

      “Hey,” David said, returning her embrace. Laurel had just closed her eyes, prepared to savour the moment, when Chelsea caught them both in an exuberant squeeze.

      “Can you believe it? We’re finally seniors!”

      Laurel laughed as Chelsea let them go. Coming from her, the question wasn’t exactly rhetorical; there had been times when Laurel had doubted they’d make it through junior year alive.

      As David turned to his locker, Chelsea produced Mrs Cain’s summer reading list from her backpack. Laurel suppressed a smile; Chelsea had been fretting over the optional books all summer. Probably longer.

      “I’m starting to think everyone read Pride and Prejudice,” she said, tilting the paper towards Laurel. “I knew I should have gone with Persuasion.”

      “I didn’t read Pride and Prejudice,” Laurel countered.

      “Yeah, well, you were a little busy reading Common Uses of Ferns or something like that.” Chelsea leaned in so she could whisper. “Or, Seven Habits of Highly Effective Mixers,” she added with a snort of laughter.

      “How to Win Fronds and Influence Poplars,” David suggested, raising his eyebrows. He straightened abruptly, his smile widening and his voice getting just a touch louder. “Hey, Ryan,” he said, extending a fist.

      Ryan bumped him and turned to run his hands down Chelsea’s arms. “How’s the hottest senior at Del Norte?” he asked, making Chelsea giggle as she went on to her toes for a kiss.

      Sighing contentedly, Laurel reached out for David’s hand and leaned against him. She’d been back from the Academy in Avalon for only a week, and she’d missed her friends – more even than last year, though her instructor, Yeardley, had usually kept her too busy to dwell on that. She’d mastered several potions and was closing in on more. The mixings were coming more naturally too; she was getting a feel for different herbs and essences and how they should work together. Certainly not enough to strike out on her own like her friend Katya, who was researching new potions, but Laurel took pride in her progress.

      Still, it was a relief to be back in Crescent City, where everything was normal and she didn’t feel so lonely. She smiled up at David as he swung his locker shut and pulled her close. It seemed monumentally unfair that she and David had only one class together this year, and despite having spent the past week with him, Laurel found herself clinging to these last few minutes before the bell rang.

      She almost didn’t notice the strange tingle that made her want to turn and look behind her.

      Was she being watched?

      More curious than afraid, Laurel disguised the glance over her shoulder as a toss of her long blonde hair. But her watcher was immediately apparent, and Laurel’s breath caught in her throat as her gaze locked with a pair of pale green eyes.

      Those eyes weren’t supposed to be light green. They were supposed to be the rich, emerald green that once matched his hair – hair that was now a uniform black, cut short and gelled into a deceptively casual mop. Instead of a hand-woven tunic and breeches, he was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that, no matter how good they looked on him, had to be terribly stifling.

      And he was wearing shoes. She’d hardly ever seen Tamani wearing shoes.

      But light or dark, she knew his eyes – eyes that featured prominently in her dreams, as familiar to her as her own, or her parents’. Or David’s.

      As soon as their eyes locked, the months since she’d last seen Tamani shrank from an eternity to an instant. Last

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