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“Josh.” I pulled away. “What if it wasn’t just a dream? What if—?”

“Reed.” He reached out and smoothed my hair with his palm. “Sabine is behind bars. She can’t hurt anyone.”

“Yes, and Cheyenne’s dead, but Astrid’s still missing,” I replied.

I threw the covers off my legs and got up. I couldn’t sit anymore. I had to think. I slid the locket back and forth on its chain, making a rhythmic zipping sound as I paced. “Reed, listen to what you’re saying,” Josh said, looking up at me. “What are you going to do, call the police and tell them you dreamed that Lorna was killed by a girl who’s been locked up for two months?”

“Yes! No,” I said, wringing my hands. “I don’t know.”

“Just take a deep breath,” Josh said, rising. He put his hands on my shoulders. “The Astrid thing might still be a coincidence,” he said. “This could just be a dream.”

“Stop trying to calm me down!” I blurted, turning away from him.

I shoved my hair back from my head and pressed my eyes closed, trying to get those images of Sabine and Lorna out of my head. Trying to will them away. But they wouldn’t go. If anything, the images only grew more vivid. They were stronger than most dreams. Starker. I could practically smell the new-clothing and leathery fresh scents of Sweet Nothings. Could practically feel those stupid boots pinching my feet.

“I know it sounds crazy, but it felt so real,” I said quietly.

Josh blew out a sigh. “Okay, so . . . what do you want to do?”

I turned and looked at him, gratitude flowing through me. “You believe me?”

Josh’s green eyes were full of pain and distress and concern. “I believe you’re seriously upset, and I believe there’s something weird going on around here. But then . . . when is there
not
?”

We both managed a halfhearted chuckle.

“Why don’t you call Lorna?” Josh suggested. “Once you hear she’s okay, you’ll be able to sleep.”

I glanced at the clock. It was after 2 a.m. But this was life or death.

“Okay.”

I grabbed my iPhone off my desk and hit Lorna’s speed dial. As the phone began to ring, I closed my eyes and silently chanted.

Please pick up. Please pick up. Please pick up
.

One ring. Two. Three. I looked at Josh, terror seeping slowly into my veins.

“Four rings,” I told him.

He swallowed. “Well, it
is
the middle of the night.”

Five rings. Six.

“Hello?”

“Lorna!” I blurted.

Josh’s face flooded with relief. He put his hands over his eyes for a moment, then dragged them down to cover his mouth.

“Reed? What time is it? Did they find Astrid?” Lorna asked.

Instantly I felt beyond guilty. Not to mention stupid, gullible, and nuts. “No. I’m so sorry. I misdialed. Just . . . go back to sleep.”

“Oh. Okay.” Lorna let out a yawn. “’Night.”

Then she hung up.

I blew out a breath and dropped the phone on my desk. “She’s fine.”

“Good,” Josh said. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, chewing on the inside of my cheek. Already the images of the nightmare were starting to fade. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Josh said. He gave me a hug and kissed the top of my head. “I’m just glad I was here.”

“Me too,” I replied.

We dropped back into bed and Josh lay down, one arm around me as I rested my cheek on his chest. He held me tightly and I listened to his breath as it eased toward the steady rhythm of sleep. I turned my face toward Josh’s ribs, my nose flattening against his side.

“Don’t ever leave me,” I whispered.

“I won’t,” Josh whispered back.

I smiled and closed my eyes. Seconds later he was snoring lightly. Seconds after that, so was I.

I awoke from a solid, deep sleep to the sound of loud banging on my door. The pinkish purple light of dawn blanketed my room, and I was just blinking my blurry eyes at my digital clock when the door was flung open and Mrs. Shepard, our housemother, looked inside. Normally impeccably dressed, she wore a purple tracksuit and untied sneakers. Her brown hair was back in a ponytail, and there was a line of dried night cream along her jaw.

Josh and I sat up as one, clutching the blankets to our chests. Mrs. Shepard’s mouth was open with an unspoken announcement, but she froze for a second at the sight of Josh. We were so frickin’ expelled, it wasn’t even funny.

Mrs. Shepard’s mouth snapped shut. “Get up and get dressed. All students to the chapel in ten minutes.”

Then she closed the door and was gone. It wasn’t until that moment that I heard the commotion. Mrs. Shepard wasn’t the only
one banging on doors. There were some shouts, a few drawer slams in adjacent rooms, and the sounds of people whispering furtively.

“Oh God,” I said, looking at Josh. The blankets were curled so tightly in my fists the seams were cutting my palms. “Oh God. Josh?”

His skin was waxy and pale, his curls sticking out haphazardly as he whipped the covers off and got up. “We don’t know anything yet. Don’t freak out. Maybe they found Astrid. Maybe it’s fine.”

I took a deep breath and nodded, but I felt as if no oxygen had made it past my nose. Josh quickly yanked his jeans on and reached for his sweater as I tried to make myself breathe. Tried not to think about Lorna. Tried not to imagine the worst.

We dressed quickly and raced across campus with all the other clumps of confused, bleary-eyed students. When we finally shuffled into the chapel, my eyes flicked to the pew where I usually sat with my friends, but no one was sitting where they were supposed to be. Guys were on the girls’ side, freshmen were in the back, seniors along with juniors up front. Josh and I exchanged a glance and slipped into the end of the last pew. I looked around for Lorna and Constance, who was Lorna’s roommate in Pemberly, but I didn’t see them. Josh’s arm had been locked around my shoulders from the moment we walked out the door of my room and it was still there. I leaned into him, noticing the expressions on the faces around me. Kids were scared, confused, tired, concerned. But it was the adults who really disturbed me. Housemothers and male dorm advisors stood along the walls of the chapel, men with their hair sticking up on one side, women devoid of makeup, none of them talking, none of them daring to look
anyone in the eye. Their faces all held slight variations of the same emotion: dread.

“Any idea what this is all about?”

Noelle slid into the seat at the end of the aisle, forcing Josh and me to scoot toward the center. She’d taken the time to brush her hair and swipe on mascara and lip gloss. Apparently I’d gotten my sense of urgency from my mother’s side.

I felt a sudden stab of righteous anger and turned to Noelle. “Tell me you and your grandmother had nothing to do with this,” I said through clenched teeth,

“What?” Noelle said breathlessly.

“Tell me this isn’t another test for me. Or for Astrid and Lorna. Just swear to me, Noelle.”

A flash of irritation lit her eyes, but she blinked it away. “Reed. I swear,” she said, laying a hand on my arm. “I have absolutely no idea what’s going on.”

I turned away, tears filling my eyes. I wanted to believe her, but at this point, I had no idea what to believe anymore.

“Wait . . . Lorna?” she asked. “Why did you—”

“This is about her,” I heard myself say. “She’s dead.”

“What?” Noelle gasped.

“Reed, come on,” Josh said, putting his hand over mine. “You don’t know that.”

He gave Noelle a look I couldn’t read, and I closed my eyes as a tear slipped down my cheek. Just then, the double doors behind us closed quietly and I heard footsteps hurrying down the center aisle.
I didn’t have to open my eyes to know it was Headmaster Hathaway and a troupe of police. The din in the room momentarily grew to a fevered pitch, then quieted to a lull, indicating that the headmaster had reached the podium. There was a slam, and I forced myself to look up. The headmaster, wearing a full suit but no tie, with a good growth of stubble on his usually razor-scoured chin, cleared his throat.

“Students and faculty, I’m afraid I have a grave announcement,” he said.

Josh’s arm tightened around me. I felt Noelle stiffen in her seat. Whispers whisked around the room.

“Despite our efforts to increase security, and despite the police presence on campus—”

I heard the sarcasm in his voice as he looked over at my old pal Detective Hauer, who stood in the corner in his usual uniform—rumpled blazer, creased shirt, cotton tie.
This is your fault
, the headmaster was saying silently.
I have to do this because you refused to take Astrid Chou’s disappearance seriously
.

“Another student, Lorna Gross, has gone missing.”

The collective gasp in the room was so predictable it was almost funny. But all I heard were the words
gone missing
. Not
been killed
. Not
died
. I felt an odd sensation that was somewhat akin to hope.

Meanwhile, both Josh and Noelle were staring at me. Josh because, I suppose, he was starting to believe that I was actually psychic. Noelle, I’m sure, wondering how I knew it was Lorna. I touched the locket around my neck and breathed in and out.

“The police have now launched a full investigation into both these disappearances,” the headmaster continued, raising his voice to be heard over the whispered questions and quiet sobs. “In the meantime, the board of directors has decided that, for your safety, Easton Academy will close its doors until further notice.”

Now the noise was uncontrollable. Several students stood up. Some even made for the door. There were shouts and slams and, somewhere, an out-of-place laugh.

The headmaster picked up a gavel and brought it down several times on the top of the podium.

“Silence! Silence, please!” he shouted. Everyone quieted immediately. “Just give me two more minutes of your time.” His voice was uncharacteristically plaintive. Like he was begging for our patience, our sympathy, our help. He pressed both hands to the sides of the podium and bent at the waist, bringing his face close to its surface for a moment as he gathered himself. Double H was hanging on by a thread. For the first time since I’d known him, my heart went out to him. He took a deep breath and straightened up.

“Your parents and guardians have all been informed of the situation,” he said, looking across the large, airy room. “Several students already have cars waiting for them on the circle, but please, before you leave campus, sign out with a member of the security personnel. There will be a guard stationed at the door of each dorm. I understand that the instinct is to flee, but we want to make sure each and every one of you is accounted for.”

The students around me nodded, clutching hands, hanging on
his words as if he could somehow save them from whatever fate had befallen my friends.

“Before I let you go, I just want to say . . . we’re going to do everything we can to locate your classmates and to ensure that Easton Academy’s campus is secure going forward,” he said. “In the meantime . . . please be safe.” There was a long, suspended silence. The headmaster’s eyes shone. “You are dismissed.”

What followed was like a video I’d once seen of the running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. The guards at the doors barely had time to get them open before a burst of humanity spewed forth. Everyone was on his or her cell phone, frantically making travel arrangements or calling parents to see if arrangements had already been made. The sophomore guy who’d been sitting next to Josh vaulted over the back of the pew when he realized that Noelle, Josh, and I weren’t moving.

“Reed. What happened?” Noelle asked slowly. “How did you know it was Lorna?”

“She had another dream,” Josh answered.

“Lorna was . . . she was murdered,” I said slowly. I looked up into Noelle’s eyes. “By Sabine.”

Noelle pressed her lips together and stared straight ahead. Sawyer walked by with his brother, Graham. He shot me a sympathetic look but didn’t stop. Behind him were Rose and Kiki. They paused at the end of our pew, letting the other students filter out around them. Then Ivy was there. And Tiffany. Vienna and London appeared, clutching each other, which was interesting considering I was pretty sure
they hadn’t spoken in weeks. Portia and Amberly arrived together. Everyone looked grim as they gathered.

“Where’s Constance?” I said.

“I saw the police bringing her into Hull Hall on my way over here,” Ivy replied. “She was a wreck, but physically she looked okay.”

“What the hell is going on?” Tiffany said, hugging herself as some of the faculty skirted by us. “First Astrid and now Lorna. This has something to do with us, doesn’t it?”

I couldn’t answer. How was I supposed to tell them about my dream? They’d all laughed at me just yesterday. And besides, even with all the evidence, I was having a hard time believing any of it myself. Because how could I suddenly be psychic? I wasn’t even sure I
believed
in psychics. I touched the locket with the tips of my fingers and avoided eye contact.

“It looks that way,” Noelle said. Her phone beeped and she took it out to check the screen.

“Reed, did you have another dream?” Kiki asked.

Noelle stood up and the other girls took a step back, as if she was radiating fire. “Let’s not even go there,” she said. “Right now we just need to concentrate on getting out of here and making sure everyone’s safe.”

Kiki glanced at me past Noelle’s shoulder. “But what if—?”

“Reed,” Noelle said, staring Kiki down. “Daddy’s got a car waiting for us. Let’s go.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that. I wanted out of there more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. I looked shakily at Josh and he
lifted a hand to my face. “Don’t go home,” he whispered. “If you can, go to New York with Noelle. I’ll go crash at Lynn’s apartment there. I’ll be five blocks away.”

I nodded wordlessly, tears slipping from my eyes. Then he kissed me and I got up and took Noelle’s hand.

“We’ll call you guys later,” Noelle said, her voice slightly less forbidding than it had been a moment ago. “All of you just . . . go straight home.”