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The moment we made it to the last floor, I opened a random door and dragged them in with me. “Get out!” Those were the words that welcomed us and I shielded Elio and Rosa beside me as I raised my hand to my head. “We're looking for the rest of the survivors.” I said calmly, but one of the students had a sharpened piece of wood in his hand, making me halt. “You must be infected. We don't want you here!” He snapped and before I could speak up, Elio stepped out, his eyes wide. “J! You're alive?!” He cried out in disbelief and the rest of them gasped as they called out Elio's name in disbelief.

I stood in the psychology section for a long time, and in the end, I bought a book called Post-Traumatic Growth. The book was thick, and I read about ten pages a day. By the thirtieth day, I wrote a line on a blank page. "I'm not a victim. I'm a survivor." Levi came over to my place for dinner and noticed the book. "How's it going?" he asked. "I'm learning," I answered. "Learning how to breathe again." A year later, the book signing event for my new release took place at the city library. The book recounted my actual experiences and was published under a pen name.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

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"That's all anyone can ask for and remember you're not alone in this. You have Darius and Dante and me and Chanterelle. We're all here to help you." "Even though I might be dangerous?" "Even though. Everyone is dangerous in their own way. The question isn't whether you're dangerous, the question is whether you're someone worth fighting for and I think you are." After Irene left I poured myself some tea and tried one of the cookies. They were good and reminded me of the cookies the nice lunch lady at the orphanage used to sneak me sometimes when the other kids weren't looking. I picked up the book again and started reading from the beginning. If I was going to survive this I needed to know ev

And trust me when I say—Book 2 is going to be about survival in ways that will make Book 1 look like a warm-up. Because here's what I need you to understand: We're only getting started. Book 1 was about Ivy finding her place in a world that didn't want her. Book 2? Book 2 is about Ivy TAKING her place and burning down anyone who tries to stop her. It's about Ares proving that he's not just some control freak with a hero complex—he's a man who will literally take a bullet for a child that isn't even his because he loves that child's mother beyond reason. It's about Lucas learning that sometimes the world is scary and unfair but his mama is ALWAYS going to fight for him.

And that terrified me. I slid carefully out of bed, not wanting to wake Noah just yet, and padded barefoot to the kitchen. The early light streamed through the windows, casting long golden beams across the counter. I made a pot of coffee and sat at the table, laptop open, staring at the last page I’d typed the night before. The title still blinked at the top of the document: Surviving the Fire: A Journey of Love and Healing.

I stared at the words floating in front of my face. The heat at the back of my neck climbed to my scalp. A person has two kidneys. You can donate one and live. A person has one heart–trade your heart and you die. She wanted my daughter dead. I did not know yet whether the floating text was real or a hallucination. It did not matter. I was not letting my daughter take a scratch. I slammed my palm down on the table and stood up.

“Apple, I'm about to die of thirst. If you have any water, please just give us a little.” The familiar knock from my neighbor, Brian Lane, snapped me upright. On the floor lay a stark, human-shaped puddle. I realized at once that I had been reborn, back to the moment I first awakened my ability! “Apple, why aren’t you saying anything? If you don’t open up, I’m breaking the door down!” Brian started slamming against the door.