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All that came out was a broken rasp. The last trace of hesitation in Xenia's eyes disappeared when she heard Aaron's expert conclusion. They were replaced with disgust. She kicked my hand away from her leg. "Don't touch me!" The force sent me rolling across the floor until I slammed into the wall. I hit the concrete with a dull thud. Another wave of pain crashed over me. "Make the announcement. Suspect Caleb Lawson will undergo a 24-hour compulsory detox live-stream," Xenia said, her voice echoing through the room. "The world needs to see how drugs can turn a once-glamorous man into something less than human."

After putting the watches she bought into the trunk, Mabel then drove us back home. Halfway there, her phone suddenly rang loudly. She just glanced at it momentarily before rejecting the call.

Stephen winds the RV through roads that pass through forests and woods, heading for the rock formation that marks the beginning of the trail. Apparently, it’s more complicated than following map instructions on a phone, which is how I drive pretty much anywhere. Stephen has a live connection to the Beta base at home on an iPad connected securely to the dashboard. He is feeding them a live stream of our location and getting instructions from them about how to proceed. We’re getting quite close, and I can feel it, my anxiety growing. I slip my hand into Victor’s and take comfort from the tight squeeze he gives me. But mostly, we sit quietly and wait.

Miko giggled while Eva rolled her eyes. “And Raijin’s among the smartest,” she countered. “But we didn’t make this to tell you how awesome we are, or how hot we have or haven’t become. We wanted to say that you can reach out to the ones you thought had died, too. You can see for yourself how amazing their lives have become.” “We are sure many of you miss each other,” said Raijin. “Luck allows us to have a mode that streams our lives to our old personal computers. Anyone who has access to them simply has to power them up and accept the stream. Although there are some technical challenges, of course...”

I shoved my way through the freakish bodies and made my way to the library hoping it would be free of all the chaos of the school and for once the universe heard me. The library was quiet, it was totally void of human activity, just how I like it, I made my way to a desk in between the book shelves and just sat down with my headphones on. After a few minutes, curiosity got the best of me and I turned on my iPhone, tapping on the G****e Icon,I tapped the search button and typed "Tyler" and pressed the search icon. Due to our schools shitty network I waited a couple minutes before the results were loaded. It read "Results for Tyler"

“Really?” “Straight through though,” snapped Alpha Armstrong, “No stopping on Reiver territory, understood?” “Understood.” nodded Pete, hiding his smirk.

“Has she worn the mask for so long that she actually believes it’s real?” Carter blinked, then shrugged. “Forget her. Shouldn’t you be prepping for your live stream?” “No need. I already know what I’m going to say.” Layla handed him her phone. “But I’m clueless about setting up a live stream. Help me out? Oh, and make sure to disable the gift feature.” Carter grinned. “On it!”

I wanted to scream. I slumped onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. My phone buzzed against the cushion. I almost ignored it, but I wanted to check if it was Jessica. Maybe she wanted to apologize. When I unlocked it, my breath caught. The livestream replay. Already uploaded. Already spreading. Over fifty thousand views. My face was blurred, but my body wasn’t. Every angle, every sound, it was out there for strangers to feast on. And at the top, a pinned comment:

“He left the territory early this morning to begin filming with the cameras. It’s being streamed live to the city as we speak.” My fingers freeze instantly over the keyboard. My eyes look up, a shadow of pure disbelief flickering in my gaze as I stare at Myles. Wordlessly, Myles pulls out his device, launches the live stream feed, and places it gently on the wooden desk right in front of my hands. My eyes glance down at the screen. My expression darkens to pure coal. “Cruel rogue,” I grumble under my breath.

" I turned off the livestream after I was done speaking. There had been 1.87 million viewers. It was the most people that I had ever had in my livestream, but it would also be the last. I grabbed my phone after I ended the livestream and sent a message to Felicity's son. "It's over. She won't get away." He didn't reply for a long time. About ten minutes later, I received a message. "Thank you, Connor. I'm sorry for all the trouble you went through in the last three days."