I stopped, angry tears trickling down my scaled cheeks. He didn't trust me, but damn it, I didn't trust him either. I looked completely different than when he'd seen me on the Black, but was there really no trace of my sister inside me that he recognized? I honestly didn't know. I hadn't had the guts to look in a mirror in weeks.

Behind Josh in the open door of the cruiser, a dark shape emerged. Large and familiar, with warm brown eyes, black skin and black clothes that made ...