Шеннон Мессенджер - Keeper of the Lost Cities

“Adoption.”

She skimmed the rest of the page, struggling to figure out what the tattered document was saying. And then she found it.

“In accordance with your request, adoption proceedings for Sophie Foster have been canceled.”

T HE WORD RANG IN HER EARS, POUNDINGwith every heartbeat. Canceled. Canceled. Canceled. As in started. Then stopped.

She closed her eyes to stop the room from spinning. It wasn’t until her lungs burned that she realized she’d stopped breathing. She hugged her chest as her body shuddered. Iggy crawled up her shoulder and snuggled into her neck, like he knew she needed a friend. It didn’t help.

She couldn’t think. She couldn’t move. She wasn’t sure she would ever be able to function again. Then the front door opened and somehow she made it to her feet, scrubbing tears away with the back of her hand as Grady and Edaline entered the room.

“What’s wrong?” Grady asked.

Her chest heaved from a choked-back sob. “A messenger brought this scroll from Eternalia, but Iggy ripped it.”

Grady gasped and rushed for the scroll as Sophie turned and fled upstairs. He called her name, but she kept running.

She slammed her door, dragging a chair in front of it for added security.

Grady pounded outside, begging her to let him in, but she ignored him. She collapsed on the bed and buried her face against Ella to muffle the sobs.

Eventually the knocking stopped.

She lowered the shades and sank into darkness, wrapping it around her like a blanket of misery. Then she curled into a ball and cried herself to sleep.

THE NIGHTMARES WERE UNBEARABLE. THIStime the whole world burned, leaving her alone. She woke up screaming and couldn’t stop shaking.

Her eyes were red and puffy and her hair was a disaster, but she didn’t have the energy to care. Getting out of bed felt like a tremendous accomplishment. The only effort she gave her appearance was to tear the Ruewen crest off her uniform. If anyone asked, she’d blame Iggy.

She went straight to the Leapmaster, but Grady and Edaline were waiting under the glittering crystals.

“Foxfire,” she yelled, refusing to acknowledge them.

“I locked it down,” Grady explained when the crystals didn’t move. Edaline stared at the gaping hole in Sophie’s cape, biting her lip. “We really need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You don’t owe me anything. I’m not your daughter.”

Their faces crumbled at her words, but she was too angry to care.

“Sophie . . . ,” Grady tried.

“No, it’s fine. I thought we were a family but I was wrong. I can’t replace Jolie and I guess you don’t want me.”

The words left a sour taste on her tongue, but she ignored it. Even when they both fell back a step, like the name Jolie was a physical blow. She wanted them to hurt—they deserved it. “There. We talked. Can I go now?”

“I want you to come straight home after school,” Grady ordered, but his voice was hollow. “We need to talk, regardless of what you think.”

She ignored him.

“Sophie, we’re still your guardians. You have to do what we say.”

Her eyes flashed as they met his. “Fine. If you want to keep up the charade, I’ll play along. Would you like a hug while we’re at it? Should I tell you ‘I love you’ again?”

Edaline covered her mouth to block a sob.

Grady paled. “No. Just . . . have a good day at school.” He snapped his fingers and the crystals spun to life, obeying her earlier command.

She looked away, but Edaline’s muffled sobs made her stomach churn. Even the rushing warmth couldn’t erase the cold emptiness as the light swept her away.

“YOU LOOK LIKE YOU LOSTa fight with a yeti,” Jensi said, pointing to the hole in her cape. His smile faded when she didn’t return it. “Everything okay?”

“Fine.” She threw her books into her locker. One ricocheted and landed on her foot, and she kicked and muttered a few words she wasn’t supposed to say.

“Ooooookaaaaaaay then,” he said, slinking away. “Watch out,” he whispered to Dex and Marella.

Sophie slammed her locker and stomped off without acknowledging them.

She tried hiding in the library during lunch, but Dex tracked her down.

“How long are you going to give everyone the silent treatment?” he asked, not even attempting to use a library-appropriate voice. The librarian glared at him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbled.

“But I might be able to help.”

“No one can help. But thanks for trying.”

“You really want me to leave you alone?”

She nodded.

He sighed. “Okay. If you change your mind . . .”

“Thanks.”

She watched him go, torn between relief that he was gone and loneliness so deep her chest felt ripped apart.

Dex must have warned everyone to leave her alone, because no one sat with her in study hall. Biana dropped a note in her lap when she passed by, though.

“Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Sophie blinked back tears as she read the note a second and third time.

She still had her friends—until they found out what a freak she was, at least—and they would help her through this. Once she was ready to tell them.

Bile rose in her throat when the bells rang. She didn’t want to go home. It wasn’t home anymore. If they didn’t want her, what was the point of staying?

Maybe Grady and Edaline felt the same way.

Maybe they wanted to talk to her about leaving.

Totally sick, she moved slothlike to her locker to triple-check she had all her homework supplies. Then she took the long way to the Leapmaster, her footsteps echoing through the empty halls. All too soon she was there. She stared at the crystals, unable to give the command.

“What are you still doing here, Foster?” Keefe asked, coming up behind her. “Don’t tell me you had to go to the Healing Center again.”

“Nope. Just lost track of time.”

He fanned the air. “Phew, those are some pretty strong emotions. Can’t tell what they are . . . but they don’t feel good.”

She looked away, avoiding his close scrutiny.

“I’m assuming you don’t want to talk about it.”

She stared at the ground.

“And I doubt I’ll be able to guess, so I’m not sure where that leaves us.”

“Havenfield,” she commanded, glad her voice held steady.

She could see him shrug out of the corner of her eye. “Candleshade,” he called.

Their eyes met as the crystals spun overhead.

“Well . . . I hope you have a good night,” he said as he stepped toward his beam of light.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

GRADY WORKED IN THE PASTURE,clipping Gildie’s claws. Sophie waited for him to yell at her for being late, but when he met her eyes all she saw was sorrow.

“Do you want to talk now?” She kept her tone cold.

“Let me finish up here first.”

She stalked inside, collapsing on her bed. She dug out her iPod, shoved in her earbuds, and switched to her “angry” playlist. The screaming was jarring at first—it’d been so long since she’d heard that kind of music—but after a minute the familiar numbness sank in.

She closed her eyes. This was what she needed. Not to feel. Not to care. She would never care about anyone ever again.

Someone grabbed her hand and she bolted upright.

Grady’s mouth moved, but she couldn’t hear him over the screaming and bass. She toyed with the idea of letting him keep talking—he didn’t seem to realize she couldn’t hear him—but decided to be mature.

She pulled out her earbuds. “What did you say?” The loud song continued to blast from the tiny speakers.