After a polarized nation was broken by the threat of civil war, States have now become countries. And in New Maine, things have gotten worse.
Giving my family a better life is everything. And my selection to attend an elite prep school suddenly offers my family a dramatically different life — food on the table, a roof over their heads, and a fighting chance at a future.
Everything is going great until some of my friends begin ghosting me, and then disappear. Soon it becomes clear this “chance of a lifetime” isn’t the Holy Grail I was promised. And the attention from one of Easton’s elite has me questioning why a boy with a golden future wants to risk it by being seen with me.
But when I find out why I’m really at this school, I may have to trust him if I want to live.
Facing the music when you’ve been a complete idiot to someone is much harder than I expected, and I now realize that maybe he is a normal teenager after all. One that is just as afraid of rejection as everyone else. Shock, I know. A Legacy who has feelings. In my defense, I’ve never seen that in almost three years at Easton. Since I’m owning all my prejudices right now, I’ve never spent much time around him to be able to say how different he is from the others. Based on English class last year, I feel like I should.
Carina’s class is about to be over, and he’s usually here by now.
I’d considered being late to my time slot just to avoid him, but his words kept spinning in my head. He was right. I am just as bad as everyone else. The truth stings. I’d blame the nightmare as the reason why I’m so off-balance. I could throw in other things for sympathy, too. Like how much I miss my family. But he’s is right. I don’t trust him because he’s Legacy, and it has nothing to do with who he is inside.
I’m mostly nervous because his reaction showed me how much I’d hurt him, and I fear that I’m the last person he wants to see right now. I’ll know soon enough. If he shows.
On second thought, maybe I should give him a chance to cool off. He was upset at dinner, and it might be a mistake to try to plead my case while he’s still angry.
Now, I’m pacing. My fears are mounting, and I’m working myself into a panic attack as he rounds the corner.
He glances at me and then walks right past.
“Caius,” I manage to squeak out.
He turns around, and I can tell that he’s expecting me to say something else.
“Can I speak to you outside for a sec?” I’m sure my voice is shaking, but all I can hear is a thrumming sound in my ears.
“I have to wait for my sister.” He doesn’t walk away. That’s better than nothing.
“Is it okay if I talk to you while you wait?” The caged bird is back in my chest, wreaking havoc on my rib cage.
About the Author
Barb Han is a USA TODAY, Publisher’s Weekly, and Amazon Bestselling Author. Reviewers have called her books “heartfelt” and “exciting.”
She lives in Texas — her true north — with her adventurous family, a poodle mix and a spunky rescue who is often referred to as a hot mess. She is the proud owner of too many books (if there is such a thing). When not writing, she can be found exploring Manhattan, on a mountain either hiking or skiing depending on the season, or swimming in her own backyard.
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