Asher held me tightly, arms clasped around my waist, body pressed firmly along my back. He showed no signs of wanting to let go, but still, I gripped tightly at his wrists to keep him right where he was. I wasn’t sure I could trust what he was saying. He only wanted… me? That seemed so far-fetched
“I won’t let her hurt you,” Asher said, “Either through her own experiments, or making you go to the research facility. I will protect you.” He was so earnest, I wanted to believe him. But this felt bigger than anything we’d faced before. If the truth of my ability was discovered, what could Asher
Getting through the rest of cheerleading practice was a struggle because I was so distracted. Worrying about the qualifying exams themselves was one thing, but now I had a whole new level of concern with these physical exams. A doctor would be able to immediately tell I was pregnant from a physica
“Give me some time,” Nancy said. “Let me see what I can make happen.” The physicals were set to start the next week, so we had a few days yet to make some kind of plan. I really hoped Nancy could think of something, because I truly had no idea, other than risking my baby to radiation. But I did no
“How do I look?” I asked Aimee as we got ready in my dorm room. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Ridiculous.” She walked over to me and snatched the cheap blonde wig off my head. “Hey!” “You looked like you were trying out for a low-budget local theater. Trust me. It’d only draw more att
I had been on my way to visit Nancy at the hospital when I had run into Nurse Irene talking to Joseph. Fortunately I had been able to hide before they spotted me. Though now that I had seen them together, I was dying to know what they were saying. Keeping myself hidden behind the brush, I inched c
I couldn’t believe my ears. Asher still believed that I had lingering feelings for Joseph? After everything we’d been through? After everything Joseph had done? “You were in his snare for a long time,” Asher said, frowning. “I’d understand if you are still… entangled.” Immediately, I reached for
“Is that…?” My voice trailed. “How did you get that?” It had to be x-rays of someone else, someone around my height, weight, and age. Only not pregnant. “Don’t ask questions,” she said. Softer, she whispered, “If I tell you, you won’t have plausible deniability.” The way she said it made clear t