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one of your friends.” I grabbed a handful of Monica’s sweater on my way by and tugged her along with me.
      “What the heck, Megan? I swear to God I-”
      “One of your special friends.” My eyes went wide and I prayed she got the message in the next ten seconds, because we were swiftly running out of time. If we didn’t haul ass, those black-magically raised zombies were going to make it out of the cover of the trees and we’d both be royally screwed.
      We’d have no choice but to fight them in the open to keep our friends from getting turned into zombie chow. Then Settlers’ Affairs would have no choice but to send both us and our families far, far away. Being discovered by someone from the mortal world was just about the worst thing that could happen to a Settler. If SA even thought you’d been spotted by an average person, you were likely to find yourself in some seriously deep poo.
      My parents had already been relocated once, from California to Sticksville, Arkansas, and I really didn’t want to find out where we’d be headed if I got caught kicking zombie tail on the Kroger parking lot.
      “Oh shit,” Monica hissed under her breath. “You’re f-ing kidding me.”
      “No. In the trees. Hurry!”
      She threw down her sponge and raced after me, making pretty good time for a chick in stiletto boots. I was going to have to reevaluate my opinion that movie people were stupid for always dressing women crime fighters in heels.
      “Monica, Megan, where are ya’ll-”
      “We’ll be right back, don’t worry!” I called over my shoulder to London. And please don’t follow us, I silently prayed. If the other girls got close to the edge of the trees, they were going to see what Monica and I were up to. It was getting dark, but not that dark, and there were no leaves to hide us.
      On the upside, that meant there was nothing to hide the RCs, either.
      Seconds after we stumbled through the first of the soggy, snow-covered leaves, I spotted them-four of the Undead hustling it toward Monica and me with a speed that was unnerving. It wasn’t the full-on racing speed of a normal Unsettled, but neither was it the slow, horror-movie shuffle of a black-magically raised zombie.
      These guys were different. They moved nearly as fast as the living and their eyes-though lacking that spark that said, “Yo, I’m not dead”-weren’t glowing red. RCs always had red eyes-it was one of the key things that let you know they were RCs. In addition to the supernatural strength and the trying-to-munch-on-your-nummyhuman-flesh stuff and all that.
      And not only were their eyes not red, but their faces and clothes-which, oddly, looked like pajamas, not your average burial wear-weren’t dirty. There wasn’t a speck of grave dirt on them, and from the looks of their skin, they hadn’t been dead more than a few hours, tops. They weren’t decomposing and had a soft pink flush to their cheeks.
      But thankfully, no matter how odd these guys were, there were only four of them. I should be able to work the reverto spell and get rid of them in no time. It was only if there were a bunch of Undead that Monica and
      I would have to resort to trickier spells to get the job done.
      “ Reverto! ” I held up both hands and willed my power out of my palms, already feeling the relief that comes with getting a Settler crisis under control.
      Until I realized the zombies weren’t turning and heading back to their maker. Heck… they weren’t even slowing down.
      “ Reverto! ” I repeated, throwing everything I had into the command. My hands buzzed with the force of my power until it felt like I’d grabbed hold of the wrong end of my flattening iron, but still the RCs didn’t stop. If anything, they seemed to move a little faster.
      “Crap!” With a groan I reached down and grabbed a handful of snow, grateful for the relief of the cold against my burning skin.
      “Jesus, Megan.