The Hunt (Project Paper Doll, Book 2)
Stacey Kade
Language: English
Pages: 370
ISBN: B00UMZBL8S
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Ariane Tucker has finally escaped GTX, the research facility that created her. While on the run, Zane Bradshaw is the only person she can trust. He knows who-and what-she is and still wants to be part of her life.
But accepting Zane's help means putting him in danger.
Dr. Jacobs, head of GTX, is not the only one hunting for Ariane. Two rival corporations have their sights set on taking down their competition. Permanently.
To protect Zane and herself, Ariane needs allies. She needs the other hybrids. The hybrids who are way more alien and a lot less human. Can Ariane win them over before they turn on her? Or will she be forced to choose sides, to decide who lives and who dies?
mom said to Ariane. “They’re not supposed to come here anymore but—” “One of his what?” I asked, baffled. Ariane cocked her head to one side, a posture I recognized as her listening to something the rest of us couldn’t hear. “Mara thought I was one of his hybrids. Ford,” Ariane said suddenly with the air of someone solving a mystery that had troubled her. “It’s a name.” I frowned. Ford was a weird name for a girl. Unless . . . wait, Nixon and Carter, that’s what my mom had shouted out the door
easy pace, as though she were just any normal person out for an earlymorning stroll. And it worked, as far as I could tell. The Laughlin surveillance SUV had been forced back a car or two by traffic. So no one noticed a thing, except maybe whoever was in the car directly behind my mom’s. I shook my head in disbelief, then accelerated to meet up with Ariane. Per the plan, I’d left my mom’s place and hustled back to the abandoned house where Ariane and I had stayed to gather our belongings and get
if nothing had happened. Which, I guess, technically, it hadn’t. But it was more as if she’d simply decided Ariane didn’t exist. “That was . . . weird,” I whispered to Ariane, staring after them. None of them even glanced back; they just kept moving, in step with each other. “Wasn’t it?” Of all the potential scenarios I’d imagined, that was not one of them. And the rush of relief that followed made me feel disloyal to Ariane, but I couldn’t help it. If they were going to ignore us—her—I could
stomachdropping, life-ending nothingness. Not that, of course, any kind of wind was going to move us anywhere with them holding us down. It was taking every ounce of self-will I had not to struggle against the power binding me. I didn’t need my hands to fire back at them. Knock them over, throw them together in a heap, find and stop their hearts. The power buzzed eagerly in my head and under my skin, building in an automatic response to the threat. But fighting back would (a) confirm that this
had stopped suddenly and pointed up. A big, glowing orange sign—U-Store-It—hovered above the treeline in the distance, like a welcome beacon. Ariane gave a strangled laugh and led me across the street and onto the storage facility grounds, right to Unit 107—the same number tattooed on her back. The lock opened with the smaller key on the ring, and inside the storage locker we found a tarp-draped van. The outside was beat to hell, but the engine started right up with a smoothness that suggested a