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  DEDICATION

  For my cousin Lauren, who is secretly a disco ball

  made out of fossilized bat teeth, and who speaks a language

  I’m lucky enough to be even somewhat conversant in.

  CONTENTS

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Back Ads

  About the Author

  Books by Jordana Frankel

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  PROLOGUE

  REN

  9:00 P.M., THURSDAY

  Those pennies keep piling up.

  Day four, and hundreds of lucky copper thank-yous are still outside Benny’s garage door. We’ve been bringing ’em in, but people don’t stop dropping ’em off. The Blight’s nearly done with, but everyone knows it wasn’t Governor Voss’s doing.

  We got them the cure—me and the other racers.

  They know. They know, and they’re thanking us with luck.

  If only I believed in luck.

  I squeeze one of two penny charms hanging from my necklace—the one Aven gave me. Callum’s is on the same chain, but I know which is which. They just feel different. I kiss the copper, remembering the night she asked to be friends. She told me “Good skill” instead of “Good luck.” Didn’t believe in luck then, either. It’s too unreliable.

  Aven understood.

  And I let her get taken.

  Some friend I am.

  Dropping the necklace, I see my nails for the first time in days. They look like they got caught in the props of a running mobile, cuticles mangled from where I can’t stop picking. I don’t care.

  He’s going to hurt her. He’s going to hurt her.

  He’s going to—

  Derek sees me stewing. He draws my fingernails away from my teeth. “We’re getting her back, Ren—tonight. We’re just working out the details. It takes time.”

  I grunt. Governor Voss said he’d do it, it wasn’t an idle threat. Called it “clinical research”—a sanitized version of the truth.

  He wants to experiment on her.

  According to Callum’s intel, Voss took her to the FATE Research Center—a multipurpose government lab. I know about it from my DI days. Quarantine is a regular house of horrors. It’s where Chief Dunn, my ex-boss, imprisoned everyone convicted of spreading the Blight.

  That’s not its only function, of course; it’s much bigger. Voss’s scientists worked there trying to find a cure for the virus. And I’d wager money it’s where Voss has been trying to re-create the water.

  FATE: Fight Against Terminal Epidemics.

  To Voss, death is a terminal epidemic. He’ll kill Aven if it meant killing death.

  “She could be dead in the time it takes to work out the ‘details,’” I mutter, and continue making mincemeat of my hands. Don’t much care that I’m leaving bits of skin and nail on the floor of Benny’s garage.

  “Enough, Renata!” Benny howls. My patron saint of racing and all things mechanical stands up. He wags a pointed finger in my face. “Worrying does nothing. Only action does something. And we are in the process of acting.”

  I drop my hands. My face burns as I glance from Derek to Ter, avoiding Benny’s steel-cut glare. I just got schooled. It’s the worst.

  “I did not decide to work with you so many years ago because you were a worrier,” he goes on, “but because you are a warrior! So please. Enough.”

  I roll my eyes—hero speeches make me gag. Play me some vintage heavy metal and it’ll work better. Still, I know he’s right. I’m not doing Aven any good by worrying. As her best chance at escape, I need to be in full form. Not a distracted, cuticle-less mess.

  Ter tips his chair forward, balancing on its front legs. “You sure there’s nothing you need me to do?” he asks. “I’d rather not wait here while y’all are risking your necks.”

  “You’ll be more help if you’re not there,” I say too quickly. It sounds like an insult I don’t mean, and I watch him recoil.

  Ter leans back in his chair. Both legs drop, slamming the floor. “Thanks for the overwhelming vote of confidence.”

  Now, on top of the sick, alone feeling I’ve had in my gut since Voss took my sister, I’m also a brack friend. I don’t want to fight with Ter. I just want to leave.

  “Terrence . . . Renata is not doing a sublime job expressing herself,” Benny says, leaning against the bumper of his Cloud9. “Which, considering the state of things, is forgivable. . . .”

  Benny—the same Benny who just threw me out of my own pity party—has my back a moment later. I add this to the billion other things I want to thank him for someday.

  “I believe she meant to imply that you and I are needed as a last line of defense, so to speak. If she and Derek are caught—”

  I lock eyes on him. He amends his mistake.

  “—which they won’t be. But if they were, in this highly unlikely and hypothetical situation, we would be the ones to come in and get Aven.”

  I meet Ter’s eyes. If I had a tail, it’d be curled between my legs right now. “That is what I meant, really,” I say quietly.

  Ter looks back at me, his Astroturf eyes warmer. “I believe you.”

  “There’s more than one opportunity for this plan to backfire,” Derek adds. “I can lead Ren to the lab, but Kitaneh and the others will be watching it, I have no doubt. If things start to look grim, we’ll need you both ready.”

  Kitaneh. Derek’s wife—by arranged marriage—but still. She’d love to shove a blade in my back and call it a day. Everyone in Derek’s family, the Tètai, thinks I’m a liability . . . ’cause they’re a bunch of lunatics. Misguided “protectors of planet Earth.” They believe that the miracle must be kept secret, because someone might abuse it.

  Someone like Voss.

  When I found the spring, I used it to help people—my sister, and anyone else with the Blight. Unfortunately, the Tètai have a strict policy on this subject: you find the spring, you die.

  Ter nods. “All right. I get it. You need me here. But I need to know what’s going on—comm me at the first sign of trouble. Or if you mak
e it through easy. It don’t matter. No news is not good news.”

  “You got it. Ren, have you heard from Callum again?” Derek asks.

  “Nope,” I say. Aside from some back and forth about the details, and one random comm wanting the miracle spring’s dimensions, Callum and I have hardly spoken. I flip through my comms and reread his last message. “Nothing since he agreed to be our getaway ride.”

  “And you’re sure he said she’s in Basement A?”

  I swallow the latest rock in my throat. “It’s the prisoner surgery level, right next to Quarantine. Callum operated there a few times.”

  “All right,” Derek says as he stands. “We leave in four hours to arrive in time for the graveyard-shift change. And I’ve got a distraction planned while Ren finds Basement A.”

  Benny wiggles his fingers together. “Quite a plan,” he says, nodding. When Benny approves, we’ve got something. I may actually allow myself to start hoping.

  “Four hours,” I say softly.

  The room goes quiet. Since I’m no longer allowed to pick at my fingers, I’ve switched to obsessively chipping red paint from the seat of the chair. Pieces fly off into the air. I don’t watch where they land.

  “Get some sleep?” Derek says, gently squeezing my shoulder. I look up at him. His palm lingers, so familiar, with so much care.

  I can’t help it: I go stiff under his touch, waiting for some flicker of feeling. Anything. . . . How badly I wanted him to touch me like that before. But all I can feel in my stomach are the ghosts of some dead butterflies killed off the moment I got caught up with Governor Voss.

  The moment I found the spring. The miracle. The curse.

  How can I sleep?

  Nothing will work right until I get Aven back. Not my head or my body or my heart.

  “Sure,” I lie. “You too.”

  1

  AVEN

  WEDNESDAY

  A voice whipcracks in my ear. “She’s waking.”

  Am I?

  It feels more like I’ve been dead, and now I’m bringing myself back to life. My nose is the first thing that works. I’m not at Ward Hope anymore, I know that right away. The room smells different. Emptier. The other room smelled like life, and plants, and the color yellow. It smelled like puppy love—that was Derek’s crush on Ren stinking up the place.

  He was there when I woke up. He woke me up. He gave me the special water. The same stuff Renny found, but way more of it, he’d said. So much that I wouldn’t get sick again. It made me feel better, a hundred times better. Stronger too—like I could carry the world on my shoulders and not strain a muscle. And when I fell asleep, it smelled like Renny.

  It doesn’t smell like her now.

  So where am I?

  I risk a glance toward the voice, blinking a dozen times. This room is so bright, you’d think someone had plucked the sun from the sky and pushed it into a lightbulb. Except there’s no warmth. The walls, the floor, the ceiling—everything’s dull and gray. It’s a prison. Worse: a hospital prison.

  A bubble of panic pops in my throat. I try to talk—Why am I here?—but my tongue feels all rubbery. They gave me something. My voice comes out as a gurgle and that’s the next thing to scare me.

  Standing over me is a lady in a white dress and a white cap. She looks at me like I’m not human. That’s not new. When you’re sick—even if you’re not contagious—people don’t see you as “normal” anymore.

  Except . . . I’m not sick.

  I can just tell. My head is full of Hudson fog, still slow from what they gave me, but it also feels empty. Like there’s no tumor inside weighing it down. I don’t hurt, not even the smallest bit. I want to believe what Derek said, that I’d only need one dose. But pain has a way of coming back.

  The woman stares down at me over her beaky nose. Her black hair won’t move. It’s like she’s wearing a soldier’s helmet, and she’s going into war. “Good morning, Aventine,” she says, her words clipped and angry as though I’ve done something wrong. She uses my whole name too, just like my mama did when she really was mad at me.

  Then, looking down at a clipboard, she says, “How do you feel?”

  “Athena made it out alive,” I mumble, still coming back to life.

  “Come again?” The lady looks up from her clipboard. Her eyebrows are two scrunched, confused caterpillars.

  If Ren were here, she’d understand.

  I close my eyes. The drugs are pulling me under again. “Never mind,” I murmur.

  I’m back in the abandoned school where I found the book. It told me about Zeus, the lightning god from Greece. He gave birth to a girl out of his head, Athena, and she grew up to be a goddess. She was good at wisdom and war. When I first felt the thing in my head, I had hoped I was Zeus and it was Athena inside, not a tumor. I kept pretending even after we found out the truth. It helped, imagining I was hurting so something good and strong could be born into the world.

  “Child,” the lady snaps. “When I ask you a question, you’re to answer it directly. Do you understand?” She shakes my jaw side to side until I open my eyes for her. She shakes me. I can’t believe it. . . .

  Even back at Nale’s—in a crummy orphanage—we were never touched, or shaken, or anything like that. I touch the skin at my neck, confused. Then a shiver tunnels down my back and it burrows far into my chest.

  I’ve been taken.

  Derek giving me the water, Ren being on the run from the Blues . . . that’s why I’m here. Wherever “here” is.

  My throat gets tight and I swallow. And swallow. And swallow again, until my spit is as dry as those crumbly yick protein bars Ren makes me eat.

  I push aside the paper neck of my hospital gown and, out of habit, I reach for my penny necklace. Ren has one too. I made it for her. I wonder if she’s touching hers. I wonder if she’ll look for me. Of course she’s looking for you. She wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

  “One more time: How do you feel?”

  That question. I hate it.

  What doctors really want to know when they ask this question is, how does the sickness feel? Not me—I’m afraid. I don’t know why I’m here, and I don’t trust her.

  But she doesn’t care about that. She cares about the tumor. The sickness.

  Defeated, I answer her. “My head feels fine. No pain.”

  “Wonderful,” the lady responds. She doesn’t say it like it’s wonderful. She says it like she knew, and she isn’t surprised.

  “What’s this?” I ask, scratching the inside of my arm and finding a tube stuck there. It’s an IV. I had one of these in Ward Hope. I hate seeing tubes poking around in my body. It makes me feel like a machine, or like that monster with snakes for hair. “Do I need it?” I raise my arm slightly.

  “What caused your recovery, Aventine?” the woman asks, ignoring me.

  I bite my lip. Is the water a secret? Ren never said. I only know she found it for the Blues before we realized what it could do. It made me better, but then it made me worse. I ended up comatose in the hospital because I didn’t drink enough for it to fix me for good. And I stayed that way right up until Derek came and woke me.

  “You were given a very special liquid. Almost like water. Am I correct?”

  The woman says all this without looking at me. She’s at the foot of my cot with her back turned, arranging sharp tools on a tray. I’m scared. I’ve never been this cold in my life. Not even when I was running from sickhouse to sickhouse after the Blues nabbed Renny. Fear makes everything colder. I push myself back into the cot as far as I can go. She’s going to do something to me. Something sharp.

  I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

  “I don’t believe you’re telling the truth.” Sweetly, the lady smiles and tilts her head, but it doesn’t look real. “We have video footage from your stay at Ward Hope. A young man brought you something.”

  “Flowers,” I tell her. I’m not trying to lie; I just want to remember the flowers and nothing else right no
w. . . . They had a yellow, trumpeting smell I liked.

  “That’s not all,” she singsongs, like I’m an infant.

  “I woke up, and he was there—I swear.”

  The woman sighs.

  “I didn’t see him give me anything, really.”

  “It was through your IV, then. Obviously,” she says, shaking her head. “Did he say anything about it? Did he tell you what it was? How strong it was? And what about your friend, Renata Dane? Didn’t she tell you anything about it?” The questions come like cannonballs.

  “Ren isn’t my friend. She’s my sister,” I interrupt, but the woman just snorts. It looks ugly on her. “Parents can adopt children, can’t they? Then I’m allowed to adopt a sister. And no, my sister didn’t tell me anything. Neither did her friend.” I’m raising my voice now, though I’m smart enough to know that’s not a good idea. Not with the tools over there.

  “Nothing? Really?” The woman raises one brow as she stands. “So you know nothing about what happened that night?”

  I meet her eyes. Ren said she was going to do something impossible, but that’s all she told me. “What happened?” I ask quietly.

  “Governor Voss is a hero!” She gawks at me in disbelief. “That night will go down in history as the night he eradicated the Blight.”

  “He what?” I croak, staring back, wide-eyed. “How?”

  “I only heard the radio transmissions, like everyone else. But you can ask him about it yourself, if you wish. The governor will be here tomorrow to oversee the procedure.”

  My heart retreats far into my chest, like it’s going into hiding. “Procedure? W-what procedure?” I glance around the room, eyes darting from floor to ceiling for some way out. There’s the door they must have dragged me in through, but I can’t use that. A bathroom tucked in the far corner is no help either. I’m thinking, thinking . . . but nothing turns up.

  Narrowing her crow eyes at me, she says, “Governor Voss believes that while you were in Ward Hope, you were given something very powerful by that young man. It cured you of the Blight, but the governor feels it’s capable of more.”

  What do they think it can do? Looking down at my skin-covered body, I try to see through to the bones and the blood and the muscle underneath. No, I do not understand.