Her dad came home shaken but telling her everything was fine—then he disappeared.
My head droops toward my chest, and my cookies fall from my hand to the desktop. I know I’m falling asleep, but it’s getting harder to fight.
“Hey!” Marina punches my arm.
“Thanks,” I say. The sting stops the crawling tingles I feel every time my eyes close. Honoria’s still droning in the background.
“Men from the base came to our school. They pulled me and my brother aside to ask us questions. The kind they’d only ask if something had gone so wrong, they couldn’t make it right again.”
“She should have told us this,” Annie says. “It’s better than the book.”
Maybe it is. I don’t know. Everything’s spinning.
“After that, my friends changed and disappeared. It spread. The world fell into a panic, all because my father thought the Fade were harmless. They’re not . This base thought it was secure. Nothing is .”
“So we should still be afraid of them?” No idea which kid said that. They’re all a blob of uniform blue with too many heads smashed together, bobbing in black water.
“Go home,” Marina says to me. “You’re about to drop.”
She looks like a Fade. But if she’s a Fade, she’ll go back to the Dark .
“Tell Rueful it won’t work.”
“What?” she asks.
“Nothing.”
She’s human again. White-blonde hair. Blue eyes. Marina, not Cherish.
“Nothing to worry about,” I say.
Is Honoria still talking?
“Vigilance isn’t fear. Keep your eyes open and be familiar enough with your surroundings to recognize changes if they come. Never forget that it was a single mistake that put us all over the edge. Now get out of here and go home. No classes tonight.”
The kids stand. Some are happy they can skip out on class, but the rest—the majority—aren’t smiling.
“Do you still want to go out?” asks the boy who had met Schuyler.
“No,” the girl beside him shakes her head.
“How about you?” he asks another kid. “I bet he’s there.”
This one says no, too. He shrinks from the braver one. The one he’ll never forget has touched a Fade.
“Tobin!” Marina shouts in my ear. Annie swats my leg.
“Huh? D’you say something?”
“Snap out of it, Toby,” Annie says.
“Can’t.” I shake my head, but I’ve already lost the battle. Sleep’s going to win this round.
“Can you make it home?” Marina asks.
“I’ll be fine once I’m moving. Shouldn’t have sat down.”
“You look like trash,” Annie says.
Yeah, well, you look like one of them. Spun black crystals for hair, glowing eyes, and lines dripping off into the rising dark .
“I’m fine,” I say again, then ask Marina: “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know what I am.”
Her mouth doesn’t match the words, but it sounds like her talking.
“Home,” she orders, followed by Annie’s “Now!”
Lights flash in my eyes, and suddenly, I’m down the hall, standing at the mouth of the domicile wing. The lights are out . Then I’m at my door, and there’s something crawling on the wall above it . Now falling onto the couch—I hear them click-clacking all around .
Everything’s heavy and slow. I’m alone in the Dark.
And then they come .
I hate this part.
MARINA
“Do you think he made it?”
Tobin left the room at a half-drunk lurch, his final words to me and Anne-Marie slurred into gibberish. I think he said something about Rue.
“If he goes facedown between here and his apartment, someone will roll him the rest of the way,” Anne-Marie says.
I hope that’s humor.
She starts grabbing cushions off the floor. Honoria’s picking up discarded bowls, stacking them to put in the wash. I reach for the nearest chair on the wall, ostensibly to put it back in its proper position in the room, but I really just want something physical between us.
As usual, Honoria’s the one to break the silence.
“I was surprised you never came downstairs to find me,” she says. “You’ve seemed confrontational since you came into your . . . shall we call it an inheritance?”
“Might as well. It’s what I got after you killed me.” I slam down the chair and drag a desk over to go with it.
Anne-Marie glances at us, but it’s more warning to behave than concern or curiosity.
“Pouting and angry gestures,” Honoria says. “How very teenage human of you.”
“That was the general idea, wasn’t it? Take a Fade and make it human?”
Anne-Marie drops a bottle into the collection bin hard enough to rattle it, but she doesn’t have to worry. Once I’m done, I’m out of here.
I take more chairs and return them to the room’s center.
“Believe it or not, I understand,” I tell Honoria. She looks at me like she’s never seen me before, a silent nudge to prove I could possibly see things the way she does. “The Fade flipped your life upside down, and you want to reset the balance.” I get that better than anyone, I imagine. “But the world’s changed. People are supposed to change with it.”
“You think it’s that easy?”
We adapt easily, Cherish says.
“I think it’s possible,” I say.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Yes, I do. When Rue and the others crossed the Arc, the human world flipped again. Everything they thought they knew about
