LOGINAurora’s POVDown in the dark cellar, I could smell them before they reached the door. Stale cigarettes, and that cheap soap. I had smelled it in Bishop’s lobby, and at the market, and on the man in the tan jacket who had followed me through the fish stalls.“It’s him,” I whispered. “The one who follows me. And three more.”“How do you know?”“I just do.”Caden did not ask again. Above us, someone knocked on Walter’s front door, three slow knocks, polite and patient. I heard Walter’s feet cross the kitchen floor, and stop.“This is my fault,” I said. My stomach turned over as I understood it. “He follows me everywhere I go. I stopped trying to lose him, because I thought it didn’t matter anymore. So I drove straight here, and he followed my car, and now he’s brought three more men.” I looked up at the ceiling, as if I could see through it. “I keep coming back to this house. They want to know why. If they come in, they’ll find this cellar.”The knock came again, a little harder.Caden
Twelve Before MeAurora’s POVI did not move toward her. She had looked at me like this once before, in the gym in my first life, and I had died before I could make it right. If I rushed at her now, she might run from me, and I did not think I could live through that twice.So I knelt down in the wet grass where I was, and I made my voice as small and soft as I could.“It’s okay, baby. The dog’s gone. It can’t get through.”Ivy did not take her eyes off my face. “You made a noise.”“I know. I was scared. When I get scared for you, I get loud.” I tried to smile. “Like a mama bear.”She thought about that. Her heart was racing like a bird’s. I hated that I could hear it, and I hated even more that it was racing because of me.“It wasn’t a bear noise,” she said. “It was a dog noise.”I had no answer for that. I just held my arms out and waited, and it was the longest wait of my life. Then she got up and came to me, slowly, and put her face against my neck. Her coat was cold and damp from
Aurora's POV"Keep him alive from who?" I asked.Damian did not answer. He picked up his bag and went up the stairs, and a moment later I heard our bedroom door close, softly, the way you close a door when there is a child asleep in the house. There was no child in the house. Ivy was across the city with my parents, and my husband was upstairs being quiet for nobody.I stood alone in the kitchen with my hands on the edge of the counter.I was so angry that I could feel it in my teeth. He had sat at my father's table and asked about me. He had called my sister and asked if I was hearing things. And now he wanted me to believe that he was the only thing standing between my father and Bishop.How did he even know that Dad had something to tell me?Then I thought of the camera in my lab, and the courier at my door with his message. Mr. Bishop hopes your father is well. Bishop knew I had tested Dad against myself. Anyone who knew that could guess where I would go next, and who I would ask.
Aurora’s POVMy husband had asked about me like a man checking a fact he already had, and I wanted to go straight home and look him in the face. But I went to Gloria’s first, because I kept thinking of her standing in that kitchen doorway.I took my car from my parents’ driveway for the first time in three days. The blue car was still at the corner, and I let it see me go. There was no point in hiding anymore. Bishop already had what he wanted from me.She lived across town, on the third floor of an old brick building with a green door at the top of the stairs. I knocked three times before she came. When she opened the door, she stood in the gap with one hand on the frame, so I could not come in. Her eyes were red, and there was mascara on her cheek where she had wiped it with the back of her hand.“What do you want?”“To talk to you.”“You talk all the time, Aurora. You just never say anything meaningful.” But she let go of the frame and walked back inside, and she left the door open
Aurora’s POVI deleted both results before anyone could come in.I kept my back to the camera while I cleared the machine’s memory, and then I threw the used tubes in the bin for burning. I did not write anything down, because I knew I would never forget what that screen had said. Not related. Born with it. The words kept going round in my head, and I did not think they would ever stop.Then I sat on the stool and tried to think about Bishop’s sample.If I refused to give it, he would go back to Cinder Lane, and this time he would not leave Walter at home. I thought about giving him somebody else’s blood instead, but Bishop knew these tests better than I did, and he would see it at once. Every way I turned it, I came back to the same answer. I had to give him my own blood, and I hated it.At five to nine there was a knock at the door. It was the courier in the black jacket, the same one who had come for my notes, with a small white box under his arm.“Good morning, Dr. Blake. Mr. Bisho
Aurora’s POVI did not wake Ivy. I got up from the chair slowly, so it would not creak, and I stood between her bed and the door.Whatever was out there knew I was here. I could hear it breathing. It was slow and even, like someone trying hard to stay calm.I opened the door.A man stood in the hall, under the light I had left on. He was very thin, and his shirt hung off him. He wore pale blue pants, the kind patients wear in a hospital. His feet were bare and dirty. Around one ankle was a loose metal band, and a small tag hung from it. When he moved, the tag hit the band.Clink.His eyes were gold all the way across.I did not scream. Later I thought I should have. But my body did not want to. It knew something my head did not.He looked at me. Then he went down on one knee on my mother’s carpet and lowered his head, with his chin almost on his chest and his eyes closed. It was the same bow the man in bed six had given me on the night he died.“Who sent you?” I whispered.He did not







