The Marionettes (The Marionettes, #1)

by Katie Wismer

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” says the prince. “Why?” asks Connor, his voice hard. “Because whatever you did to her is illegal? She’s going to be a Marionette—you’re not supposed to touch her⁠—” “Because, if you tell anyone, you’re going to get her killed.”

“More than you bargained for when you got paired with me, huh?” His smile grows. “At least you keep things interesting, Darkmore.”

“With you, it still is that way. Sometimes. Sometimes it’s just a lot more. Sometimes I can hear exactly what you’re thinking in perfect words as if you were speaking right next to me, or I can see what you see—like I saw you go into the bathroom.

But as I lie back down, the shock lingers in my body, right behind my navel. And it doesn’t feel like it’s coming from me.

“Be careful where you go alone, Valerie Darkmore.”