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"Others poured out of the diner to see as happening The Mogadorian had no choice but to let go of me to face the men
"‘The keys are in the , huge, desperate eyes She was panicking We both were I jumped out of the truck and sprinted back to our room for the keys Those ot away then; they saved our lives When I came out of the un at the Mogadorian
"We have no idea what happened after that because Katarina sped away and we didn’t look back We hid the Chest a feeeks later, right before they caught up to us for good"
"Don’t they already have the Chests from the first three?" Sam asks
"I’m sure they do, but what use are they? The second we die the Chest unlocks itself, and everything inside beco that much from past conversations with Henri
"Not only are the objects worthless," I say, "but they coadorians do when they’re killed"
"Wicked," Sam says
And then I re Henri in Athens, Ohio
"Those guys Henri visited who ran the They Walk Aazine?"
"Yeah?"
"They had this source who apparently caught a Mogadorian and tortured it for infor trailed in Spain and that Number Nine was somewhere in South America"
Six thinks about it a lances in the rearview irl; I remember that much from the ride in the ship" The second this leaves her mouth, a siren blares behind us
Chapter Five
THE SNOW STOPS ON SATURDAY NIGHT THE SCRAPING sound of shovels against asphalt fills the night air From theI can see the faint silhouettes of residents throwing snow to less cu walk for Sunday obligations There’s a certain tranquillity to the town at work on a quiet night, everyone bound by the sa theirls find their beds within the hts are shut off
The second I close ins I stand in a field of flowers on a warht, in the distance, the outline of a jaggedsun; to irl dressed in black, with raven hair and striking gray eyes, appears out of nowhere She wears a smile, both fierce and confident It’s just the two of us Then a great disturbance kicks up behind round is split open and torn apart I don’t turn to see what’s actually happening The girl lifts her hand, beckoning me to take it, her eyes locked on ht streah one by I shake h ironically for us it’s the busiest day of the week, starting with a long Mass
Ostensibly the large Sunday crowd is because of religious devotion within the corand dinner that follows Mass All of us who live here must work it My place is in the cafeteria line It’s only after dinner that we’re finally free If I’m lucky we’ll finish by four, then we’re not due back until the sun sets This time of year it comes a little after six
We rush to the showers, quickly bathe, brush our teeth and our hair, then dress in our Sunday best, identical black-and-white outfits that leave only our hands and heads showing When irls have fled the room, Adelina walks in She stands in front of er than I really a into the nave Adelina reray streaks in her auburn hair, which I hadn’t noticed before There are wrinkles at her eyes and mouth She’s forty-two but looks ten years older
"I had a drearay eyes who reached her hand out tothe silence "She wanted me to take it"
"Okay," she says, unsure of why I’ her about a dream
"Do you think she could be one of us?"
She gives the collar a final tug "I think you shouldn’t read into your dreaue with her, but I’m not sure what to say So instead I utter, "It felt real"
"Soo that on Lorien we could so distances"
"Yes, and right after that I would read you stories about a ho could blon houses and a goose who laid golden eggs"
"Those were fairy tales"