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day we were in Thalassic City when I asked her not to sleep with Rylan. There wasn’t time to elaborate any further, but I think it’s time she knew the full truth.
    I nod. “Neve?” Neve flips her chin up and pins me with a quizzical look. “Is Alex aware?”
    She pauses momentarily before shaking her head. Alex visibly stiffens beside her. “I was only trying to protect you,” she says, reaching for his hand.
    I snort. Another episode of misplaced Saven protection. “I think it’s time Alex and Fern know the truth.”
    I press my mouth to Fern’s ear. Quickly and quietly, I update her, making sure she understands how explosive this information is and that she can’t breathe a word to anyone else. Across the table, Neve is similarly filling Alex in.
    The waitress emerges with our drinks and food, but my appetite is effectively slaughtered, and I can only pick at my chicken dish.
    One look at Alex and Fern’s ghost-like complexions proves they are struggling as much as I did to grasp the implications of the reprehensible conscience transfer plan. I know full well that it’s a lot to take in.
    “You need to eat, Sadie.” Haydn bumps me.
    “I’m not hungry anymore.”
    “You’ve barely eaten anything today. Eat.” He picks up my fork and forces it into my hand.
    I brandish the fork through the air as if it’s a deadly weapon. “Or what? You’ll report me!” I lash out, expelling my simmering frustration.
    Haydn plucks the fork from my stiff fingers and places it back down on the table. “Or you’ll get ill. That’s all I meant.”
    Every pair of eyes at the table is focused on our conversation. I exhale loudly as I knot and unknot my hands in my lap. “I’m sorry, Haydn. I know you’re only looking out for me.” Neve stares at Haydn in that intense, glazed way that tells me they are silently conversing.
    My chair scrapes the floor as I get up. “If you’ll excuse me.”
    I all but sprint to the ladies’ room and padlock myself in one of the cubicles. Stress has corded my muscles into compact strips across my shoulders, adding to the anxiety hijacking my mind. Each worry intensifies the pressure I feel. I’m petrified for Logan, and concern for my sister is a new layer I’ve added to the pile.
    The door swings inward and light footsteps enter the room. “Sadie? Are you all right?” Fern calls out.
    I flush the toilet and open the door. “Not really.”
    “What’s bothering you, besides the obvious?” she asks, hauling herself up onto the counter.
    “An easier question would be what isn’t?” I wash my hands and scrutinize my reflection in the mirror. I’ve practically gained worry lines overnight. I look beyond exhausted, and it does nothing for me.
    “Is it Logan? I saw the broadcast earlier.” She crosses her legs at the ankles.
    “Kinda. I miss him so much, but it’s more than that. I’m fed up of being a virtual prisoner in the apartment, and there’s some work stuff going on, and now I’m worried about my sister. Logan never mentioned they were already moving people to Sector Twenty for processing. Why wouldn’t he tell me that?” I yank my hair out from behind my ears, hoping to deflect from the bruising shadows under my dull gray eyes and the sickly pallor of my skin. Even my normal cherry red lips lack their habitual luster.
    “Ask him,” she says, hopping down in front of me. “You still speak with him at night, yeah?”
    “Yup. And don’t worry, I fully intend to.”

    I’m quiet the rest of the meal, but if Haydn notices, he doesn’t say anything. I think he’s afraid to open his mouth now. I’ve noticed the aliens fare far better when I’m yelling and mouthing off. Quiet Sadie is an unknown beast that sends them running for the proverbial hills.
    When we get back to the apartment, I change into my sleep clothes and head out into the living area. Haydn has hot chocolate ready for me. He’s somehow managed to find some tiny little marshmallows and