reached the others yet. How could someone else track them?
She didn’t think it was possible. Unless they could fly.
And that made her think of the gargoyles.
Of Stiles.
Had Stiles led someone to them? To Sam? The man who brought her here had said the gargoyles were coming. Had Stiles betrayed her trust?
He saved her. Over and over again, Stiles saved her. He led her to water when she was dying from dehydration. He saved her and Wyatt from another gargoyle. Then he saved them again, along with Sam, when they were about to be slaughtered by the Redcoats. He saved them when those gargoyles showed up before Demetria.
Why would he do all that if he meant to lead her to harm?
He told her his stories about humanity. Convinced her that he believed she was the future. But did he really believe it?
She couldn’t accept that Stiles would hurt her. It just seemed so unlikely. He had been injured twice in her defense. Didn’t that mean something?
And yet…someone had led that stranger to Sam.
And there was something about Stiles, about his perfect gray eyes.
She closed her eyes as she worked at the memory, as she tried to form some connection. And there was a connection. She could feel it like a palpable mass in her mind. There was something about Stiles, about the way he looked at her, about the way he talked to her. It was all so…familiar.
And then she remembered.
It had been tickling at the edge of her thoughts for a long time.
Now she knew she had seen him before. Knew why he seemed so familiar.
She laughed despite the tears that flooded her eyes, that made her throat raw with the urgency of the emotion.
Was everything in her life a lie?
What had he said about her test? That he had rigged it?
Now she had a better idea of how.
Dylan rolled it over in her mind again. Stiles said that Davida knew the moment she saw Dylan what she was because of the color of her hair, the paleness of her eyes. But had she really?
Was it possible that no one knew who, or what, Dylan was until Stiles figured it out?
And who had Stiles told? Who, besides Davida, had known about Dylan during her time in Genero?
Dylan’s thoughts swirled so fast, she couldn’t catch them all. She suddenly realized she had no idea who she could trust.
She made a list in her head, each person she had counted as a friend, someone she could rely on.
Davida was her guardian. She warned Dylan each time trouble came her way, steered her in what seemed like the right direction. But that right direction had taken Dylan to Viti and the Redcoats. Had that really been an accident? Or had Davida wanted for Dylan to be arrested, for her to meet Lily and Luc? And, if that had been her intention, why?
Jimmy was the leader of the resistance. He wanted to protect the humans and create a world where they could live free, as they had before the war started. But he distrusted Dylan. She could see it each time he looked at her. He distrusted everyone who was different. Yet, he kept Davida close to him. Why? Was it possible that his distrust was the only honest thing about him and the role he planned to play in the outcome of this struggle?
Ellie was another Genero girl, someone who grew up in the same reality Dylan grew up in. She seemed attached to Wyatt, but was it an honest attachment? Or was it a ploy to distract Dylan? Was Ellie like Demetria, another gargoyle in disguise? Or something else? Or was she really just a vulnerable girl who was as scared and confused as Dylan had been, and still was?
Sam. He was injured the first time Dylan met him, so they never really had that conversation people normally have when they first meet. She healed his ankle, and he was on her side when Wyatt threatened to kick Stiles out of their group. And when she was arrested…if not for Sam, she might not have been as calm as she was. She owed him that. But was his loyalty real? Or just a way to win her trust?
And then there was Wyatt.
It was Wyatt’s job to look for girls
She didn’t think it was possible. Unless they could fly.
And that made her think of the gargoyles.
Of Stiles.
Had Stiles led someone to them? To Sam? The man who brought her here had said the gargoyles were coming. Had Stiles betrayed her trust?
He saved her. Over and over again, Stiles saved her. He led her to water when she was dying from dehydration. He saved her and Wyatt from another gargoyle. Then he saved them again, along with Sam, when they were about to be slaughtered by the Redcoats. He saved them when those gargoyles showed up before Demetria.
Why would he do all that if he meant to lead her to harm?
He told her his stories about humanity. Convinced her that he believed she was the future. But did he really believe it?
She couldn’t accept that Stiles would hurt her. It just seemed so unlikely. He had been injured twice in her defense. Didn’t that mean something?
And yet…someone had led that stranger to Sam.
And there was something about Stiles, about his perfect gray eyes.
She closed her eyes as she worked at the memory, as she tried to form some connection. And there was a connection. She could feel it like a palpable mass in her mind. There was something about Stiles, about the way he looked at her, about the way he talked to her. It was all so…familiar.
And then she remembered.
It had been tickling at the edge of her thoughts for a long time.
Now she knew she had seen him before. Knew why he seemed so familiar.
She laughed despite the tears that flooded her eyes, that made her throat raw with the urgency of the emotion.
Was everything in her life a lie?
What had he said about her test? That he had rigged it?
Now she had a better idea of how.
Dylan rolled it over in her mind again. Stiles said that Davida knew the moment she saw Dylan what she was because of the color of her hair, the paleness of her eyes. But had she really?
Was it possible that no one knew who, or what, Dylan was until Stiles figured it out?
And who had Stiles told? Who, besides Davida, had known about Dylan during her time in Genero?
Dylan’s thoughts swirled so fast, she couldn’t catch them all. She suddenly realized she had no idea who she could trust.
She made a list in her head, each person she had counted as a friend, someone she could rely on.
Davida was her guardian. She warned Dylan each time trouble came her way, steered her in what seemed like the right direction. But that right direction had taken Dylan to Viti and the Redcoats. Had that really been an accident? Or had Davida wanted for Dylan to be arrested, for her to meet Lily and Luc? And, if that had been her intention, why?
Jimmy was the leader of the resistance. He wanted to protect the humans and create a world where they could live free, as they had before the war started. But he distrusted Dylan. She could see it each time he looked at her. He distrusted everyone who was different. Yet, he kept Davida close to him. Why? Was it possible that his distrust was the only honest thing about him and the role he planned to play in the outcome of this struggle?
Ellie was another Genero girl, someone who grew up in the same reality Dylan grew up in. She seemed attached to Wyatt, but was it an honest attachment? Or was it a ploy to distract Dylan? Was Ellie like Demetria, another gargoyle in disguise? Or something else? Or was she really just a vulnerable girl who was as scared and confused as Dylan had been, and still was?
Sam. He was injured the first time Dylan met him, so they never really had that conversation people normally have when they first meet. She healed his ankle, and he was on her side when Wyatt threatened to kick Stiles out of their group. And when she was arrested…if not for Sam, she might not have been as calm as she was. She owed him that. But was his loyalty real? Or just a way to win her trust?
And then there was Wyatt.
It was Wyatt’s job to look for girls
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