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sick cranium did I have that I would choose to remember my history with the witchiest girl I’d ever met—Settler or otherwise—but not my old best friend?
     
    “Partial amnesia.” He shrugged. “I know. Don’t worry about it. I saw you at the bowling alley a year after the attack. I asked you what time it was even though SA told me to leave you alone until your memory came back. I was sure you’d recognize me if you saw me, but . . . you had no clue.” He stood, then stuffed his hands in his pockets.
     
    “That must have been weird,” I said, standing up too. Of course, it was even weirder that I still remembered that day. I’d wondered why a totally cute older boy was talking to a lowly eleven-year-old.
     
    I suddenly felt like two different people trapped in the same body and wasn’t sure if my skin was big enough to fit both of us inside.
     
    “Sorry about the Jennifer thing. It’s just . . . a lot of people at Settlers’ Affairs have had issues with the way she’s handled this. They think she should have tried to help you recover your power sooner.” He crossed his arms. “And then to have you botch your first job because she didn’t have her act together—”
     
    “Listen, Ethan, I took William’s information and sent him on his way by myself. Then his arm fell off and I knew Mom would be pissed so I snuck out without saying anything. Don’t blame her. I’m sure she would have shown me how to do the job if I’d stuck around.”
     
    “It was your first job out of retirement. Don’t you think you should have asked for help before running out with a dead kid’s arm?” he asked, sounding like a full-fledged grown-up, not the prank-pulling troublemaker I used to know. Was this really the same guy who had hidden a remote-control fart machine in my backpack?
     
    “Give me a break. I was doing the best I could.”
     
    “No, you weren’t. I know how smart you are, and this isn’t even close to your best. I mean, bicycling through town with an arm in a garbage bag is pretty dumb, Schmeg.”
     
    “Don’t call me that. I know what that means now, okay? And I really don’t enjoy having a nickname derived from a slang word for dirty boy parts,” I said, blushing because I’d said something dorky like “dirty boy parts” in front of the totally hot guy Ethan had become. God, this was so weird, to compare what he used to be to me to what he was now.
     
    Which was . . . nothing. He was nothing but a zombie Settler cop, not my friend. The sooner I got that through my thick head the better.
     
    “Fine,” he said, eyes growing colder again, like he remembered that we were strangers now too. “Just make sure you get your training up to par before your next Unsettled.”
     
    “ If I have a next one,” I said, hurrying on before he could argue with me. “I will. I’ll talk to Mom as soon as I get home.”
     
    “Good, because I have bigger things to worry about than cleaning up your messes. Reverto terra .” As he spoke the last two words he twisted his hand toward the grave behind me. I turned just in time to see William’s arm sinking into the earth.
     
    Reverto terra , return to earth. Crap, why couldn’t I remember that before?
     
    “I already sealed the grave before you got here—I was just waiting on the arm.” Ethan pulled a set of keys from his back pocket and disarmed the security system on a very smooth BMW Mini Cooper parked a little farther down the street from where I’d thrown my bike. I guessed the Protocol job must pay rather nicely since Ethan and his family had been a little strapped for cash back in the day.
     
    “I’ve got to go. I can give you a ride as far as the high school football field if you want,” he said, triggering my curiosity again.
     
    Why was he going to my school’s football field? He was three and a half years older and he’d never even gone to CHS, so there was no way he’d be visiting for nostalgic reasons. Was there some sort