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control, he might never get it back again.
    So instead of smashing in the bartender’s face, he grabbed a glass from the bar and threw it, hard as he could, to the ground.
    “What the hel are you doing?” the bartender cried, as glass sprayed across the floor.
    “I have no fucking idea,” Adam said honestly, and walked out. There were plenty of other bars in town, plenty of cheap drinks. Plenty of ways to forget.
    And that was exactly what he needed.
    If it was too dangerous to let himself react, then—at least for one night—he could let himself drown.
    She was like a statue in the moonlight, pale, graceful, glowing in the night. He sucked in a sharp breath, forcing his body to stay calm. He couldn’t afford to give himself away.
    She was so close—and it was so hard not to reveal himself, and take possession of her. As was his right.
    He’d been with her before; he would be again. But nothing was more delicious than watching from a distance, knowing that she belonged to him.
    She climbed out of the hot tub, and he held his breath. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. Her perfect, glistening body, slicing through the air, every step precise, premeditated. As she toweled herself off, shivering, she suddenly froze, staring out into the darkness.
    He froze, too, and it felt as if their eyes had locked. Had she sensed his invisible presence? His heart slammed in his chest, and his fingers tightened against the fence post he’d crouched behind. Moments like this—the threat of being caught, the chil of a near miss—made the game worth playing.
    But he’d learned wel how to minimize the risks, and knew she would never catch on. Nothing was sweeter than facing her day in and day out, knowing that she could never imagine what lay behind his mask.
    She liked to think she didn’t trust anyone, but she trusted him. She underestimated him, and he al owed it.
    For now.

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    They’d decided to go old school.
    E-mail would have been more efficient, and a Web site might have been snazzier, but after serious consideration, Beth and Miranda had decided that neither had the technical prowess to put something like that together undetected. And plausible deniability was key.
    E-mails could be traced. Circuits always led back to their source. But paper was untraceable—and as editor in chief of the school paper, Beth had access to al the printing equipment she needed.
    She pul ed the stack of flyers out of the printer as Miranda ejected their disk and wiped their work from the computer’s memory.
    “Behold,” said Beth, holding up the crimson sheet crammed with dirty little secrets. “Our masterpiece.”
    Miranda grabbed a copy and quickly scanned the elegantly designed layout.
    “Unbelievable, isn’t it, that they were able to accomplish so much in their short, sordid lives?”
    “I’m not sure ‘accomplish’ is the right word,” Beth said, reading out a few of her favorites. “ ‘HG used to steal money from the collection plate. AM is impotent. KG is afraid of the dark.’ I’m not sure what it is they’ve accomplished.”
    “Other than making asses of themselves,” Miranda said, and laughed. “Wel , thanks to us.”
    They’d included some gossip about a bunch of randoms, too, just for cover. But that was a diversion. Soon everyone would know that KG was so desperate, he had to trick girls into sleeping with him; that sometimes HG stil stuffed her bra. Neither Miranda nor Beth knew much about the mysterious new girl from the East Coast, but before everything came down, Harper had passed along a bit of juicy info about Kaia and Haven High’s resident pothead that was too weird not to be true.
    “Are we real y doing this?” Beth asked, as she split the pile in half and handed one stack to Miranda. It was almost 6 A.M., which meant there’d be plenty of time to spread them al over school before even the most diligent early bird appeared for his worm.
    “Definitely.” Miranda swung her long,