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“Go,” he says. “I’ll cover you and Luka from here.”

I dart forward so I’m with her, side by side.

A Drau comes at me, moving too fast. Terror claws at me. I fire. It fires. Pain erupts all the way up my arm. My fingers go numb and lax and my sword clatters to the floor.

I lift my cylinder, but the Drau’s gone.

Point for Miki.

I squat, retrieve my blade, and realize the hall’s clearer now. Three Drau run away toward the far end. The girl sprints after them. She’s close enough to shoot, but she doesn’t. Just like last time.

The pain in my arm makes me feel woozy. I force my unresponsive fingers to close around the hilt of my sword. With a groan, I lift it, but I won’t be using it—not with this hand, not anytime soon.

“Miki,” Jackson says, grabbing my good arm and dragging me back toward the room where Luka’s holed up.

“Is it over?” I whisper. “Do we make the jump now?”

He shakes his head.

So there are more Drau here somewhere. We need to smoke them out.

Jackson stops in the doorway and aims his weapon down the hall at the fleeing Drau. They’re almost at the end now. He doesn’t shoot. The girl’s in the way.

He curses under his breath.

She stops dead, spins back toward us. Her hair obscures her face, then settles to her shoulders.

“No,” she says, the inflection familiar.

My world jerks to a stop.

I’ve seen a close-up of that face framed in brushed nickel.

I’ve seen those features on rows and rows of clones as I pulled out tubes and turned off machines.

I’ve spoken to this girl in my dreams.

I’ve seen those eyes. Green. Lizzie green.

Jackson makes a choked, horrified sound.

“Miki! Miki!” Carly’s voice, behind me.

I turn, a reflex. Jackson turns with me.

“You have to leave the building.” Carly’s standing at the end of the hallway next to the stairs we originally took to come down here. Her body’s tense, her face pale. I stare at her in horror, words locked in my throat.
Get out. Get out now. Get away. Go!
“They’re evacuating,” she says, oblivious to my panic on her behalf. “Everyone out. Didn’t you hear the fire alarm? You’re lucky I saw you duck out and come this way.”

Carly followed me. To keep me safe.

She waves her hand in a frantic, beckoning motion. “Come on! We have to go.”

She can’t be here. I don’t want her here. I don’t want her anywhere near the Drau.

Now I understand what Jackson felt when he saw me outside his window. He wanted me gone. He wanted me out of the game. He wanted me safe.

That’s what I want for Carly. But here she is.

Because
she
wants
me
safe.

Only, she has no idea what monsters lurk down here.

“Go,” I yell, finally rediscovering my voice. “Carly, get out. Go!”

My words sound strange in my ears. Slow. Heavy. Like I’m underwater.

I shake my head, completely disoriented. It’s like this whole scene is playing out in slow motion. But it isn’t just that. It’s like time’s passing differently in different compartments of the same reality.

How long did it take Carly to get down here?

It feels like we’ve been battling the Drau for hours and hours. But Carly’s acting like I just ran down here moments ago.

There’s a sound behind me. Running footsteps.

I turn my head, my torso, looking back over my shoulder. The movement takes an eternity.

The green-eyed girl’s gone. Jackson’s halfway up the hall, running after her.

Again, the sensation that time is distorting hits me. The hallway must be as long as three football fields for him to still be running.

“Miki! Come on!” Carly yells.

I turn back toward her.

Light flares behind her.

Light shaped in human form.

A red flower blossoms on the yellow spandex of her suit, just below the Dijon mustard label she has tacked to the cloth.

Her eyes widen. Her brows rise. Her mouth forms a round
O
.

She looks confused, startled. Afraid.

The moment hangs suspended.

She doesn’t drop to the ground. It’s more of a long, slow crumple, like a coat sliding off a hanger.

Or a final exhalation.

I’M MOVING BEFORE I REALIZE THAT THE HORRIBLE, HOWLING sound is coming from me.

My arm lifts. My sword’s above my head, point back, blade up. I run at the Drau, swinging with all my might. As I connect, there’s a tug of resistance, like I’m separating a chicken leg from the thigh. Then the Drau’s head flies up, up, its body dropping like a sack, its head splatting on the ground to one side. A spray of dark blood marks the wall, the floor. Me.

I toss the sword. It clatters across the floor in one direction as I fall to my knees and skid in the other, coming to rest at Carly’s side.

She’s not moving. She lies there, a broken doll in bright yellow spandex and a cheery yellow wig.

“Carly,” I scream. “Nonononononono.” I take hold of her shoulder, shake her.

There’s sound of footsteps pounding behind me. I twist at the waist, my weapon cylinder in hand, my will gathering to annihilate whatever’s coming.

It’s Jackson.

With a cry, I drop my weapon. I have the split-second thought that he didn’t go after the girl, the green-eyed girl. The girl who looks like Lizzie.

He came to me.

“Check her pulse,” he says, lips taut, his whole body humming with tension as he drops to his knees on Carly’s other side.

Tears stream down my cheeks, blurring my vision, my hands shaking so hard I can barely rest my fingers against her throat, never mind find her pulse.

“I’ll do it,” Jackson says. He grabs my wrist to move my hand out of the way and puts his fingers flat on her neck.

Carly’s face is gray white, her eyes closed, red blood pooling on the floor beneath her. I splay my hand over her belly, put pressure on her wound. Her blood leaks through my fingers.

Jackson holds his fingers on her pulse for what feels like an eternity. Then he leans over and rests his ear on her chest.

I wait, my heart slamming against my ribs. One second spins into forever.

Pleasepleasepleaseplease.

Jackson rears back, his shoulders sagging, his head bowed.

“No!” I fling myself on Carly, my ear pressed over her heart. I hear nothing. Nothing at all. And her chest isn’t moving, not even a little. She isn’t breathing.

I tip her head back and try to breathe for her.

Jackson layers his hands and starts chest compressions like he’s done this before—one more thing I didn’t know about him. Blood spurts from the wound in an arc. Every time he presses, she bleeds.

“Stop,” I say, tears choking me. “We’re killing her.”

But we’re not. She’s already dead.

I jerk back, grab her shoulders, shake her. “Carly!” I scream. “Carly!” I can’t breathe. I can’t think. This is my fault. She came down here for me. To save me. She didn’t even know what she was trying to save me from. “Carly!”

“Call 911!” I yell at Jackson. “Call 911! Call them. Call—” He doesn’t reach for his phone. Doesn’t move. Because we can’t call anyone, not while we’re in the game.

I swipe the tears from my cheeks, then look at my hands. Red. Blood. Carly’s blood. The whole front of her yellow spandex bodysuit is dark with it.

Luka’s shouting from the room up the hall where we left him. He’s asking what’s going on. Yelling Carly’s name. Jackson’s. Mine.

I’m dying. My soul is dying. Because Carly’s gone. She can’t be gone.

“Fix it!” I scream at Jackson. “Fix it!”

But he can’t fix it. No one can.

I did this. I killed my best friend.

I should have stayed with her. Should have made sure she got out. Should have defended her against the Drau invasion.

That’s the whole reason I’m in the game. To keep my world safe.

I failed. I failed.

“Jackson,” I sob, crumpling onto Carly’s chest.

“Get off her, Miki,” Jackson says, icy and calm. His tone’s enough to grab my attention. I look up as he pulls his glasses off.

“What are you doing?”

“Get up.”

I do, obeying the rigid expectation in his tone, sitting back on my heels, my whole body trembling.

I’m on one side of Carly and he’s on the other. His gaze meets mine, his eyes Drau gray, swirling, endless, mercury bright. So beautiful. I can’t look away.

But he looks away, hunching over Carly, his hands on her cheeks.

For a second, I just stare at him, bewildered and numb.

“What are you doing?” I grab his arm, confusion bleeding into wariness.

He doesn’t lift his head, doesn’t shake me off. But the tension in his muscles ramps up as he says, “Seeing if it works both ways.”

I stare at his bowed head. Then I gasp in horror as I get what he means. He’s going to bring Carly back. He’s going to do what he did with Lizzie, with me, only in the opposite direction. Give electrical energy instead of take.

I stare at the top of his head. His thumbs slide to Carly’s eyelids, resting there for a second.

“What—”

“If I can keep her alive until we jump, maybe she’ll be okay when we respawn. Maybe she’ll still be alive.”

He’ll save her the way we saved him.

And he’ll pay the price.

“You can’t.” My fingers curl tighter, digging into his arm. “I can’t let you.”

He cuts me a glance. “My choice, Miki. Not yours.”

“They’ll kill you. The Committee. They won’t allow this.”

He lifts his head and his lips shape a dark, predatory smile. “Let them try.”

They won’t need to try very hard. They’re the Committee. They bend time, shift us between realities. He’s no match for them. The thought makes agony burst inside me like a broken pipe.

“I can’t lose you, too. And I will if you even try this. The Committee will take you. Kill you. This time there will be no reprieve. You’ll be dead. And if what you try here doesn’t work, Carly will still be dead. You’ll both be gone.”

I can’t lose them both.

“Then I better make certain this works.”

Jackson lifts Carly’s eyelids so she’s staring, sightless, at the ceiling.

I’m torn, sick, horrified, terrified. I can’t let him do this.

I can’t not let him do it.

Luka’s still yelling at us to tell him what’s going on. There’s a scraping sound, like he’s dragging himself across the floor.

“Jackson,” I whisper.

Please don’t do this.

Please do it.

Save her.

Save yourself.

“You—” I choke on my words, feeling like my insides are being shredded.

Jackson ignores me. He leans close to Carly’s face.

I’m going to lose someone I love tonight. Right here. Right now. Either Carly dies, or Jackson saves her and the Committee takes him. And kills him.

I can’t live with either loss.

I’m shaking so hard my teeth clack together.

“J-J-J-J-J-Jackson—”

He looks at me, his eyes swirling silver.

“She dies, and a piece of you dies, Miki. I can’t let that happen,” he says. “I’ll take my chances with the Committee.”

But we both know his chances are bleak.

I can’t make any words come out. I shake my head.

“What makes you think you get a choice?” he asks, one corner of his mouth lifting in the barest hint of a smile that breaks my heart. His eyes swirl and draw me in. I gasp, feeling the pull, feeling the pain.

He tears his gaze from mine and focuses on Carly.

“Please, Jackson, please—”
Please make this all go away, make it better. I can’t lose her. I can’t lose you—

“Oh my God. What happened?”

My head jerks up. Lien and Kendra and Tyrone are standing at the far end of the hall, staring at the scene, identical expressions of horror etching their features stark and tight.

When did they get here? Sometime during the battle, I’m guessing, if their bloody clothes are any indication.

Tyrone looks beyond me, his weapon cylinder lifting, the muzzle erupting with its greasy, black stream. I don’t need to look behind me to know there are more Drau creeping out of whatever hole they were hiding in. I can sense them. Enemy.

Where did they come from? I thought we got them all. But no . . . we couldn’t have or we would have been pulled.

Tyrone runs at them, darts around us, firing. Lien’s right behind him and Kendra behind her. Jackson hasn’t moved. He’s still hunched over Carly, his eyes locked on hers.

I stare at them for a millisecond. I’m no good to anyone kneeling here on the floor, whimpering. Jackson’s risking his life for Carly, for me. The least I can do is buy him time, keep him alive long enough to do the deed.

I have one working arm. The other hangs useless by my side, a vortex of pain thanks to the Drau hit I took earlier. I grab my sword, surge to my feet, and chase after my team.

Light zips up the hallway toward me.

I don’t think, can’t think. I move on autopilot, letting instinct guide me. I bring the blade down with all my might, splitting the Drau’s skull like a melon.

The second wave of Drau surges out of a room at the far end of the hall. Lien wings one, despite the fact that she had a clear shot to take it out. She steps aside and it’s Kendra who claims the kill with a head-shot.

Proof that Luka was right.

Tyrone glances at them and snarls; then he surges forward, shooting. Drau fire rains down on him, hitting him with a thousand tiny points of pain. He jerks but keeps moving.

“Miki!” Jackson shouts. “Get down.”

But his warning comes too late.

THERE’S AN EXPLOSION OF LIGHT AND A SHATTERING DETONATION of sound. My retinas burn, the light tearing into my skull, the sound pulverizing the tiny bones inside my ears.

I’m blinded and my equilibrium is shot. The floor feels like it’s falling out from under me. A hand catches my elbow and guides me down before I fall. Lien? Kendra?

Words come at me in disjointed sound bites like bits of coherence couched in radio static. I string them together as best I can. “I—ot—her.”