The Glimpse
Claire Merle
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 0571280536
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
understand – now that she’d seen him, she barely understood herself. She didn’t know what could have made her think joining with Jasper was a good idea. She fled into the dark theatre on the first floor, past a row of blue seats and out through a fire exit. A set of stairs led down to the side of the Academy’s grand entrance. She skipped down them, stepping into the main hall a mere two feet from the nearest Warden. But the Wardens’ efforts were fully employed in keeping the onlookers from
Washington or something. It was a city razed in the twenties by Kuwait or Iraq – Ana couldn’t remember – over the Middle East and US Petrol Wars. The Petrol Wars had finished ages ago now, but anarchy still plagued the East Coast of North America. The UK was working with the Central United States on a Pure Separation Programme to help re-establish order in the worst-affected areas. Lila shook her head and sighed. Ana glanced at her, noting how the sparkle vanished from her pretty eyes and a
Barber, the Crazy girl who’d been mistakenly raised with the Pures, mustn’t he? After all, he knew Jasper was the son of the CEO of Novastra, and anyone who’d done their homework would know about Jasper’s contentious decision to bind with a Crazy. ‘I notice that you haven’t answered my question yet,’ she said, sounding calmer than she felt. ‘Why were you following me that night?’ ‘I’m not sure you’re ready for the answer.’ ‘Really? And how do you think you know me so well?’ Cole stopped,
the tops of her arms, the back of her neck; it made it impossible to be normal around him. ‘So, I guess the Psych Watch who spiked Jasper’s contact must have taken the evidence,’ she said, directing her gaze at the piano. ‘I believe there are two copies. Jasper had a second one.’ A wall of energy slammed into Ana. Another copy! Perhaps the evidence was still out there. Jasper knew they were coming after him; he’d have had the time to hide the disc. If she found Jasper, not only could she tell
grip and leaned forwards towards the balcony, drawing her with him. He began to speak, gaze trained on the concert pianist centre stage. ‘There are things I haven’t been able to tell you,’ he murmured. ‘I’m in trouble.’ Her eyes widened. ‘Don’t look at me,’ he said. ‘Don’t draw attention.’ She nodded. Her face relaxed. She turned from him and rested the side of her head against his cheek, as though they were simply sharing an intimate moment; a gesture that concealed his mouth. Jasper felt a