Crush (Crave)

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Now she’s looking at me like I actually did spit pea soup. “Um, I hate to break it to you, Grace, but things like this don’t happen here—at least not when you aren’t around.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Fantastic. That makes me feel so much better, thanks.” She lifts her hand in a “what do you want me to say?” gesture. Before I can answer her, my phone dings with a long series of text messages. We both turn to stare at it as one. “You should get that,” Macy whispers after a second. “I know.” Yet I make no move toward my desk, where it’s currently charging. “Do you want me to get it for you?” she asks when it dings three more times. “I don’t know.” Macy sighs, but she doesn’t argue with me. Probably because she is at least as afraid as I am to find out who’s texting me. And why. But we can’t hide forever, and when a third string of messages comes in, I bite the bullet and say, “Fine, get it, please. I don’t want to…” This time I’m the one who holds my hands up—my bloody hands. I want to wash off, am dying to wash off, but every police procedural I’ve ever seen is running through my head right now. If I do wash up, is that destroying evidence? Will it make me look more guilty? I mean, it sounds awful, but I am currently covered in someone else’s blood and have no idea how it happened. Call On the other hand, the reason for that is a very, very good one. One that I don’t want to go into too much detail with here (because you’ll enjoy it more if you go in completely blind), but that I very much enjoyed and am glad we got almost a full book of. (And once you’ve read Crush and know what I’m talking about, please tweet me so that we can yell about it together.) says, “You can do this; it’s just clear you need someone with a little more…expertise.” Screw the candle. My face feels like it’s on fire. “Grace, are we doing this or not?” Macy asks. “Not,” I answer. “I can’t figure out what to do.” “Nobody knows how at the beginning,” Hudson says as he walks over to stand a foot to my side. “You can do this. I promise.” I turn to face him more fully. “You can’t promise that. You don’t know—” He gives me a soft smile. “I do know.” “How?” I ask, my voice breaking. “Because I won’t let you fail.” He nods to Macy. “Tell her to try again.” I hold his gaze, then take a deep breath. I swivel my head toward Macy. “Hudson says we should try once more, Mace,” I tell my cousin. “And then I’m calling it quits.” “O-kay,” she says, clearly not sure if she should be glad Hudson is encouraging me to try again or not. “Once more.” And then her eyes do that weird glowy thing as she sends another burst of power my way. “Ready?” Hudson asks, a grin slowly spreading across his face that sets butterflies loose in my stomach. “Ready for what?” He snaps his fingers. “For this.” the way I do when we’re outside. I like being able to see his face, like even more being able to gauge his reaction to my words. “I wanted to show you the view. And I thought you might like a break.” “A break? We’ve only been moving a few minutes.” His grin becomes a laugh. “It’s been more like an hour and a half. And we’ve gone almost three hundred miles.” “Three hundred miles? But that means we’ve been traveling at close to—” “Two hundred miles an hour, yeah. Fading is more than just movement. I don’t know how to describe it; it’s kind of like flying—without a body. Every vampire starts practicing it at a young age, but I was always very, very good at it.” He looks like a little kid, absurdly proud of himself. “That’s…incredible.” No wonder I was having such a hard time holding on to images and thoughts as Jaxon faded. We weren’t so much moving as bending reality. As I turn all this information over in my head, I can’t help thinking about a book I read in seventh grade, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. In it, he talks about people driving cars superfast on the regular highways—like 130 miles an hour fast —and the government condoning it, because it keeps people from thinking. They have to concentrate on driving, and not dying, to the exclusion of everything else. It felt a little like that when Jaxon was fading. Like everything else in my life, even the bad stuff, just disappeared, leaving only the most basic survival instincts in its place. 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Obviously.” I don’t mean to sound snarky; I really don’t. I know he just wants to help. But what am I supposed to do here? I can’t just go around assaulting people. The whole Idon’t-remember thing is going to get old fast. God knows it’s already old for me. Macy steps between us. “So what do we do, Dad? How do we stop this from happening again?” I wrap my arms around my waist and hold on tight. “You’re not going to call the police, are you? I didn’t mean to hurt him. Honestly, I still can’t figure out how I did hurt him. He’s—” “No one’s calling the police, Grace,” Jaxon tells me firmly. “That’s not how we handle things here. And even if we did, you can’t be held responsible for something you did when you weren’t aware. Right, Foster?” “Of course. I mean, we’re going to have to watch you, make sure this doesn’t happen again. You can’t go around assaulting other students.” “Even if they deserve it,” Macy interjects. “I know it’s wrong, but after everything Cole did to you last semester, I’m having a hard time feeling sympathy for the guy.” Jaxon snorts. “I should have killed him when I had the shot. Then this never would have happened.” “No, you shouldn’t have,” I scold him. “That’s a horrible thing to say.” “Horrible,” Macy agrees, “but also a little bit true.” I shoot her a what-the-hell look, but she just kind of shrugs, as if to say, What did you expect?

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Lots of "f--k." Sprinklings of the rest: "s--t," "damn," "bitch," "douches," "ass," "bastard," etc. Did you know you can flag iffy content? Adjust limits for Violence & Scariness in your kid's entertainment guide. Get started Close Mis ojos se cierran en cuanto mi cabeza toca la almohada y, justo cuando empiezo a quedarme dormida, juraría que oigo a Hudson decir: —Dulces sueños, Grace.” Don’t do it, Grace,” Hudson tells me. “You can’t trust her.” Maybe not, but I can’t trust you, either, so I’m going to go with the person who can help me the most. “This is not how things were supposed to happen.” He shakes his head. “Why won’t you trust me?” Maybe because you’re a raging psychopath, and I am tired of doing your bidding. I turn to the Bloodletter. “I’m ready. Show me how to build the wall.”

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If you loved Crave, you will be infatuated by Crush. I didn’t think it was possible to love this story and these characters any more than I already did, but this book proved me so horribly wrong. Consider me the Crave series’ #1 fan. (Seriously.) This isn’t something you can fix. It’s just something you have to endure. Whatever happens next, I promise I won’t blame you for it.”Did you know you can flag iffy content? Adjust limits for Language in your kid's entertainment guide. Get started Close And not only am I fighting for my life, but now everyone else’s is at stake—unless we can defeat an unspeakable evil. All I know is that saving the people I love is going to require sacrifice.