claiming in frightened whispers that my sister was a prime example of a Huxley experiment gone wrong. And then they stood back, or looked the other way, when she was bulliedâeven when Lacey and her friends used to take Violetâs food at lunch, claiming that she wasnât a real person, or even a proper copy of a person, so she didnât need to eat, did she?
But of course, I stood up for her back then, too. Which resulted in them bullying me and taking my food instead, because if I starved to death, I could just be replacedâand then I could become a freak just like her. One big happy family of freaks.
Jaxon knows all about these incidents, because heâs the one who ended up getting them to finally leave me alone. He even tried to give me his lunch on a few of those days when mine ended up getting âaccidentallyâ knocked on the floor. I was too embarrassed to take it.
And Iâm embarrassed now, just thinking about it.
âYou and your sister are close?â Jaxon asks. Except it sounds more like a statement than a question. And I donât know why, but for some reason that bugs me a little.
âWeâre sisters,â I answer, voice calm and calculated. âFamily. Which is why I had to stand up for her.â
He considers my words for a second. âHad to? Or wanted to?â
What the hell kind of a question is that?
âWhy does it matter?â I ask with a frown. âCan we just drop it? Talk about something normal? Like school or sports or philosophy, orââ
âPhilosophy?â He cuts me a sidelong glance.
âOkay, maybe not philosophy. But something else. Anything.â Except Violet.
âOkay, okay. Sorry. Just curious.â
I sink back against the seat and close my eyes for a second. âYeah, you and the rest of the world,â I mutter.
âWell, letâs focus on where weâre going, then. And maybe on what weâre going to do about those guys.â
âWhat guys?â My eyes flash open, and I follow Jaxonâs gaze to the rearview mirror. There are three trucks behind us. The one in front is close enough that I can see the tiny silver torchâone of the many symbols the CCA proudly usesâswinging above the dash. I curse under my breath.
I wonder how long it will be before one of them reports that Iâm not at school?
How suspicious will they decide that makes me? Theyâre going to accuse me of trying to hide, and my hands start to shake at the thought of being caught, of being dragged in for more police questioning. I grab the corner of the seat, trying to steady them, while my lips silently recite lines from Much Ado About Nothing ; itâs a nervous habit Iâve developed, performing plays and songs in my mind when I want to slip away from the moment Iâve found myself in. It normally calms me down. Today it doesnât seem to be working, though, and Iâve made itthrough almost all of act five, scene two, before Jaxon interrupts.
âGeez. Are they always this persistent?â
âSome days itâs worse than others.â
Heâs quiet for a minute. Then, âAll right. They are entirely too close to my car, and itâs stressing me out.â His fingers fly across the buttons on the side of the steering column. âIâm going to lose them.â
âWhat? How?â
âYou wearing your seat belt?â
âYeah, butââ
âGood.â
Thereâs a high-pitched ding , and all the display screens across the dash glow blue for a second. Jaxonâs hand falls to the gearshift between us. He jerks it back, over, and up, and a split second later the car rockets forward. The momentum throws me back and all but takes my breath away.
âHoly crap,â I manage to gasp.
âSorry about that,â he says. âI should have warned you; the gasoline engine has a lot more get-up than anything electric. Which is why theyâre