Chapter 11

EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW 

I skip my next three classes.

After the lights exploded above me, I ran. Ran through empty hallways, past confused janitors sweeping up glass, past whispered conversations about electrical problems.

Nobody saw what really happened. Nobody knows the lights burst because of me.

But I know. And that terrifies me more than Ronan's cruelty ever could.

Now I sit in the abandoned east wing bathroom, staring at my hands. They ...