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GOOD

“Show me Connor, Kate, and Natalie Freeman,” she whispered, using her family’s new names.
The Spyball flashed warm in her hands, before red letters blazed across it.
Two terrifying words.
Not Found.

“Or,” he said. “We could skip the talking.”
“And do what?” she asked, hating her voice for cracking.
“Any ideas?”
He was so close now, she could feel his breath warming her cheeks.
He leaned a tiny bit closer and someone cleared his throat—very loudly.

Mr. Forkle nodded, closing his eyes as he reached for Oralie. “Take care of my moonlark.”

“Elwin can’t help,” Mr. Forkle said. “Trust me, I know enough about these things. Sometimes there is no fix. Even for elves. This is my swan song.”

“So that rush was an even clearer reading of your emotions?”
“Probably. Why?”
“No reason.” But when she stole a glance from the side of her eye, she could see a glint of a grin in the dim light.

“I decided I’m leaving the Neverseen. Tonight.”

AAAAAAAA

“Okay, if you want to have this conversation, I guess we can.”
“What conversation?” Sophie asked.
Grady raised an eyebrow. “About boys.”

SOKEEFE IS SOO ON

“I know you don’t trust Keefe—”
“And I know you do,” Tam interrupted. “I get that you two are really, really close—”
“They’re not that close,” Fitz mumbled.
“Uh . . . sure . . . ,”

If Dex was right, and the Lodestar Initiative was the Neverseen’s version of Project Moonlark . . . did that mean Keefe was meant to be her nemesis?