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Olaf hefted theopen a crack “What do you mean?” he said in his Icelandic accent “This was your idea Or are you having second thoughts? Maybe you’re ht More Aht”

Aria turned away She was having second thoughts She was American They were on vacation, after all—all she’d wanted was a night of fun Vacations weren’t supposed to end like this

Last spring, when Noel had announced he was putting together a trip to Reykjavik for hiirlfriend, Hanna Marin, Aria had been psyched She’d lived in Iceland for three years with her fairls’ best friend, Alison DiLaurentis, went rade, and she couldn’t wait to get back

She and Hanna also needed a trip—anywhere Along with their two other best friends, Spencer Hastings and E stalked and torer called A, as the real Alison DiLaurentis—the Ali they had knoas actually Ali’s twin, Courtney Courtney had been in a mental hospital most of her life, but she’d switched places with her sister at the beginning of sixth grade, doing so by pretending to be friends with Aria, Spencer, Ee on Courtney by killing her the last night of seventh gradeand she got back at the girls by beco them

So Aria and Hanna had been excited to come here when Noel planned the vacation Real Ali was dead, and A was gone, and they had nothing to be afraid of any-break trip to Jaone down, too Now, in July, Aria and Hanna were keeping secrets once more They’d barely spoken since they’d arrived It didn’t help that Noel wasn’t impressed with Iceland at all, or that Mike hated the place as much as he did when they’d lived here

Tonight, the situation had sunk to a new level At first, Aria had simply flirted with Olaf, a scruffy Icelandic intellectual they’d met at a bar down the street, to piss Noel off Five shots of Black Death, the local schnapps, later, and Aria found herself in the alley, Olaf’s lips locked to hers Fast-forward a few hours, and nowthis

The blaring house alarm increased in voluht, stuck

Aria froze If she helped hi a theft “I can’t”

Olaf rolled his eyes and tried oncefall loudly to the floor “I’ll use the door!” he yelled to her “Wait for me, okay?”

He vanished Aria peered through the glass, but all she saas darkness Then she heard a screeching noise behind her She tiptoed out from behind the bushes and peeked around the side of the house Three police cars were screaainst the house’s elegant stonework The cars skidded to a stop, and six cops burst out of theuns drawn

Aria sprinted for the thick woods She didn’t even realize Icelandic policeuns