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ect on what I want from you.”
    “But you haven’t even told us how to get her out of
    The Underworld,” I cried.
    Laylen’s bright blue eyes went so wide they
    practical y bulged out of his head, and I realized I
    should not have opened my mouth.
    “Yes, that is true.” He pressed me tighter into him—
    too tight—and I winced from the pressure. Moving his
    mouth to my ear, he purred, “However, if you didn’t
    know her, then why would it matter whether I told you
    anything?”
    Great. Me and my stupid mouth. I was starting to
    understand why Alex always seemed to be tel ing me
    to keep my mouth shut.
    Vladislav let out a deep growl, and then his fangs
    sunk into my neck. They sunk in deeper and deeper,
    and I gasped as I was blinded by images flickering
    through my mind like a flashing picture show.
    Vampires. Teeth. Stars. Alex. I felt faint. Lightheaded.
    Dizzy and weak, yet at the same time relaxed. The
    prickle was poking my neck wildly. My vision went
    blurry. And then, al of a sudden, I felt content with
    Vladislav biting my neck.
    It was okay….
    Okay…
    There was a sharp snap, fol owed by a loud thud,
    and my neck was released from Vladislav’s fangs and
    his grip. I blinked down at Vladislav, lying lifelessly on
    the red-carpeted floor, a broken chair leg sticking out
    of his chest.
    “What happened?” My voice floated out of me as I
    turned to Laylen.
    “We have to go.” He took a hold of my hand and the
    world swayed as he pul ed me toward the door.
    My fuzzy brain only al owed me to pick up on a few
    words Laylen was saying to me: careful, normal, don’t
    panic. He wiped my neck where Vladislav had bit me
    with the bottom of his t-shirt, before creaking the door
    open. He peered up and down the hal , and then we
    stepped out.
    Someone was cal ing me.
    The lights were bright. The music loud.
    I saw red.
    And then, I fel .

Chapter 6
    It was so cold. As cold as death. Was I dead?
    My eyes fluttered opened. I was lying down on a
    floor, the wood flooring cold against my cheek. I slowly
    sat up and gazed at my surroundings. Where was I?
    A cabin. Not the cabin in Colorado. No, this was a
    different cabin; a much smal er one with no furniture,
    no fireplace, no nothing.
    I got to my feet and made my way over to the
    window and tried not to flip out when I noticed it had
    bars on it. Trapped .
    “What in the world?” I muttered to myself.
    A bang came from behind me and I whirled around,
    coming face to face with myself. Not the younger
    version of myself, but the actual eighteen-year-old
    Gemma.
    So I was in a future vision, at least I think I was. This
    brought no sense of comfort to me, especial y since I
    had no idea where this place was, and also
    because…wel , because, in the vision, my violet eyes
    looked drained of al emotion.
    I watched myself lie down on the floor and curl up
    into a tiny bal . Then, I just lay there, silent and
    unblinking. Numb .
    What was going on? Had my emotions been
    erased? Was this actual y where I was going to end
    up?
    A surge of fear pulsated through me, and I took off
    running for one of the two doors the smal room had
    and threw it open. It was a bathroom. I turned around,
    ran for the other door, and with a lot of effort, shoved it
    open.
    My heart stopped.
    Miles and miles of snow-covered mountains, trees
    poking out of them like little tepee’s. And the log cabin
    I stood in was smack dab in the middle of it al ,
    secluded from al civilization, for as far as I could see.
    I turned around and looked at myself curled up on
    the hardwood floor. How had I ended up like this? And
    what was wrong with me? I had an idea, but before I
    could look around and try to figure out more, an icy
    gust of wind swept up, and I was blown back, fal ing
    into the darkness.
    When I opened my eyes, it took my brain a second
    to process that I was lying on warm asphalt, with a
    very dim lamppost shining down on me. And that
    Laylen was kneeling next to me.
    “Are you okay?”