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another sip. Better to be safe than sorry.
    “Oh for God’s sake, Lily.” Dustin sighed, filling another cup with orange juice. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he gulped the whole thing down without stopping. “See? No poison. Just normal orange juice.”
    I simply shook my head, ignoring the drink altogether.
    He threw up his hands in exasperation. “Fine! Suit yourself.”
    Up front I could hear the driver chuckle a little. He tried to hide it by turning it into a cough.
    The ride went on in silence. I was tired, but I forced myself not to nod off. Since I needed to build up my strength, I eventually gave in and poured myself a fresh cup of orange juice, threw my head back and gulped the whole thing down. Dustin shot me a look but didn’t make a comment. Probably because the cold stare I shot back warned him of the danger of doing so.
    Without warning, the limo came to an abrupt halt.
    “This is our stop,” said Dustin.
    He got out of the limo and held out his hand to help me. Ignoring the irritatingly courteous gesture, I stepped out all by myself. He sure wasn’t making this easy. I wanted to be mad at him for putting me in this position again, for not living up to his promise. He was supposed to be done with his recruiting duties and I, well, I just shouldn’t be here.
    When I saw where we were, my heart felt like it had leaped into my throat, choking me. What I expected to be a mansion turned out to be an airport. It was completely deserted. Unlike any airport I had ever seen, there was only one plane on the entire airfield. It was too small to be a commercial plane. It was a real-life private jet! I had never seen one up close before. As we came closer I noticed that the Wackerson Academy logo had been written on the side: a W and A interlocked. They were in big blue block letters, shining against the bright white of the jet.
    A man in dark sunglasses and a black suit stood stiffly at the end of the gleaming flight of stairs leading up to the aircraft. Without a word he began to march up the steps, obviously expecting us to follow. Of course I didn’t have any say in the matter. I had no choice but to get on that plane, without knowing where we were going.
    Inside, the jet looked a little bigger than it had on the outside. There were six seats in total. Built-in tables were stationed in front of every seat. In the back of the jet, I spotted a small but fancy kitchen and bathroom.
    Following the suited guy’s orders, I sat down in one of the plush seats by a window. Dustin took a seat next to me. I glowered at him, eyes in slits. He got the message and moved to the seat behind. This wasn’t that much better, since he so kindly decided to put his knees up against the back of my seat.
    There were compartments to put luggage in, but I kept my bag close to me. A flight attendant came up to me with a cart of food. Thanking the woman, I chose an apple and a bagel. The pilot’s voice echoed through the prompter. We would be leaving in a few minutes. Next came the terrifying sound of the plane lifting off. I gripped the armrests with all my might. Breathing in and out at an abnormal rate, I squeezed my eyes shut. My stomach performed gymnastics as I felt us move off the ground.
    “Where are we going?” I hissed to Dustin once the noise had died down.
    He leaned forward, relieving my back. “Oh, so you’re talking to me now?”
    I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I am. I have the right to know where we’re going.”
    He complied. “You’re right. We’re going to California.”
    I sharply sucked in my breath. California? Dustin explained that his dad had schools and camps all over the country. He wanted to make sure that I would be far away from my hometown so that I wouldn’t be able to get away so easily.
    I had to admit, Dustin’s father was slick. Now there was no easy way to escape. Even if I did manage to find a way to flee, I would be very far away from any familiar places or people. Everything would be