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Are you afraid of me?
Absolutely not, and yes, with everything in my heart and soul, I blurted without thought.
He chuckled, and looked directly at me for the first time in several minutes. Im not sure that qualifies as an answerits more like a contradiction.
Up is down, remember? Besides, everything about you is a contradiction. Pondering my word choice a little more carefully, I added, You wont hurt me. How I know that, I cant say. But the ways you make me feel, Hadenthats what frightens me. I know youll be my undoing. I stepped towards him but he stepped back.
Who was your first kiss?
Heat rushed into my face. I flattered myself by thinking maybe he wanted to kiss me. I wished he wanted to kiss me. I havent Squeezing my eyes closed, I began again. I havent been kissed. Yet.
Why?
I rolled my eyes at his innocence. You obviously know Im not like other girls. Im shy and I dont spend time with boys. My father is strict and
Thats not why.
He thought he knew me so well. Fine. You tell me why I havent been kissed.
I regretted the words and my tone instantly. What if he told me what I already knew? That I was lacking. Not interesting or pretty enough.
You were waiting.
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To Hayley Nicole, who will always be the little girl I love
and who is becoming the young woman I so admire
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Id like to thank my Sequim Middle School librarian, Jo Chinn, for nurturing my love of YA books. It was her passion for reading and her sense of humor and fun that got me through a few of those iffy years.
Thanks also to my critique partner, Ciar Cullen, for encouraging me to carry on when I had no idea what this story was, only that it scared me to write it. Also responsible for the mayhem are Bria Quinlan and Jodi Meadows, who understand about cheese and other necessary things.
My cover, my extraordinary cover, is a testament to the genius of the art department at NAL. A million thanks to Oceana Gottlieb and her crew, to Dana France, and to model Tara.
A special shout-out to Kat Sherbo, who makes all things possible, and to Jan McInroy, for her superhero copyediting skills. My undying gratitude goes to my phenomeliscious agent, Jessica Sinsheimer, who does all kinds of important things for me, but tells me about only the fun ones, and to Anne Sowards, who is so cool she makes me want to write things just to impress her. Seriously.
And, of course, thank you to my family. Their support made this dream a reality for me, and I am blessed beyond all reason to be surrounded with so much love. Also, thank you, Travis, for holding my hand through it all. I love you more.
F ALLING UNDER
CHAPTER ONE
E verything changed the night I saw the burning man fall from the sky.
Id been reading well past a reasonable hour, the white eyelet quilt tented over my iPhone to block any escaping light even though my father was already tucked away in bed dreaming of new ways to make me safer.
The cell phone was a compromiseI added extra music lessons to my scarce free time in exchange for a phone. It was win-win for Father; the few hours a day I wasnt with him or sheltered in the safety of my pink and ivory room, decorated by a prestigious designer to gild my cage, I was now instantly accessible. In addition, there were now even fewer hours in which I might find trouble. He didnt know I could read e-books on the phone; he didnt even know what e-books were. Father just thought hed finally broken me of reading by flashlight.
It would never have occurred to him that I hadnt been brokenId graduated. Every night I went somewhere new and pretended to be someone elsesomeone interestingon the device hed purchased to control me more than he already did. A priceless freedom to a girl with a strange British accent living in the small town of Serendipity Falls, California, under her watchful fathers thumb.
But the burning man falling from the sky pulled me from my faraway world. My gaze wandered to the window an instant before he appeared. And then, slowly, like a feather caught on a light breeze, he willowed past my window, turning his grotesque head towards me, his mouth open in a silent scream. He was more than on fire. He was fire.
Orange and red flames braided together in the shape of a man, but it was his eyes that caused me to suck in my breath and hold it as I ran to the window. His eyes, scared and imploring, told of a darkness and agony I couldnt begin to understand.
