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“I want nothing to do with anyone connected to the Black Swan.”
“Grady,” Edaline warned as Sophie clutched her stomach like she’d been punched.
She would always be connected to the Black Swan.
Always.
“Sophie,” Grady called as she turned and ran.

“I know we can’t trust the Black Swan,” he whispered, “because the Black Swan murdered Jolie”

But it wasn’t his motorboat snoring that filled her mind as she closed her eyes.
It was Brant’s raspy, haunting voice repeating over and over.
I’ve seen you before.
He never told her where.

Her blood turned to ice when she read the names carved into the white stone markers.
Sophie Elizabeth Foster
and
Dexter Alvin Dizznee

She sucked in a breath when she spotted the broach.
“I don’t have to wear it if—”
“No.” Edaline stopped her from unfastening it. “You should wear it. I’m sorry. It just surprised me because it makes you look even more like her.”

Sophie glanced at her friends, surprised to see how sad they seemed. Death was such a rare occurrence for elves that most of them didn’t understand it, or feel the right amount of sympathy. She was about to wonder what brought on the change when a blurry memory flashed through her mind:
A devastated Fitz, holding the small Albertosaurus she’d given him during midterms and telling her he’d been to her funeral.

“Hey—what did I tell you two about secret Telepath conversations?” Keefe asked as he shoved his way between them. “Unless you’re talking about me, keep it out loud.”
Fitz laughed. “Keefe just wishes he could swap secret messages with you.”

“You okay?” Biana asked, coming to stand beside her. “You’re not a fr—you’re not what they called you. You know that, right?”
Sophie shrugged, not looking at her. She’d been called a freak her whole life. And she couldn’t care less what Stina said. But ever since the kidnapping, she’d been hearing it from other people too. Everyone knew about her strange abilities now.