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  Contents

  Under the Never Sky

  Roar and Liv

  Through the Ever Night

  Brooke

  Into the Still Blue

  About the Author

  About the Publisher

  Dedication

  For Luca and Rocky

  Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter 1 - ARIA

  Chapter 2 - ARIA

  Chapter 3 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 4 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 5 - ARIA

  Chapter 6 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 7 - ARIA

  Chapter 8 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 9 - ARIA

  Chapter 10 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 11 - ARIA

  Chapter 12 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 13 - ARIA

  Chapter 14 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 15 - ARIA

  Chapter 16 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 17 - ARIA

  Chapter 18 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 19 - ARIA

  Chapter 20 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 21 - ARIA

  Chapter 22 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 23 - ARIA

  Chapter 24 - ARIA

  Chapter 25 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 26 - ARIA

  Chapter 27 - ARIA

  Chapter 28 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 29 - ARIA

  Chapter 30 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 31 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 32 - ARIA

  Chapter 33 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 34 - ARIA

  Chapter 35 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 36 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 37 - ARIA

  Chapter 38 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 39 - ARIA

  Chapter 40 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 41 - ARIA

  Chapter 42 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 43 - ARIA

  Chapter 44 - PEREGRINE

  Chapter 45 - ARIA

  Acknowledgments

  Credits

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  ARIA

  They called the world beyond the walls of the Pod “the Death Shop.” A million ways to die out there. Aria never thought she’d get so close.

  She bit her lip as she stared at the heavy steel door in front of her. A display screen read AGRICULTURE 6—NO ENTRY in flashing red letters.

  Ag 6 was just a service dome, Aria told herself. Dozens of domes supplied Reverie with food, water, oxygen—all the things an enclosed city needed. Ag 6 had been damaged in a recent storm, but supposedly the damage was minor. Supposedly.

  “Maybe we should turn back,” Paisley said. She stood beside Aria in the airlock chamber, nervously twisting a strand of her long red hair.

  The three boys crouched at the control board by the door, jamming the signal so they could exit without triggering an alarm. Aria tried to ignore their steady bickering.

  “Come on, Paisley. What’s the worst that could happen?”

  Aria meant it as a joke, but her voice sounded too high so she tacked on a laugh. That came out sounding mildly hysterical.

  “What could happen in a damaged dome?” Paisley counted on her slender fingers. “Our skin could rot off. We could get locked out. An Aether storm could turn us into human bacon. Then the cannibals could eat us for breakfast.”

  “It’s just another part of Reverie,” Aria said.

  “An off-limits part.”

  “Pais, you don’t have to go.”

  “Neither do you,” Paisley said, but she was wrong.

  For the past five days, Aria had worried constantly about her mother. Why hadn’t she been in touch? Lumina had never missed one of their daily visits, no matter how engrossed she was in her medical research. If Aria wanted answers, she needed to get into that dome.

  “For the hundredth—wait, thousandth—time, Ag 6 is safe,” Soren said without turning from the control board. “You think I want to die tonight?”

  He had a point. Soren loved himself too much to risk his own life. Aria’s gaze rested on his muscled back. Soren was the son of Reverie’s Director of Security. He had the kind of flesh that only came with privilege. He even had a tan, a ridiculous upgrade considering none of them had ever seen the sun. He was also a genius at cracking codes.

  Bane and Echo watched at his side. The brothers followed Soren everywhere. He usually had hundreds of followers, but that was in the Realms. Tonight just five of them shared the cramped airlock chamber. Just five of them breaking the law.

  Soren straightened, flashing a cocky smile. “I’m going to have to talk to my father about his security protocols.”

  “You did it?” Aria asked.

  Soren shrugged. “Was there ever a doubt? Now for the best part. Time to turn off.”

  “Wait,” Paisley said. “I thought you were just going to jam our Smarteyes.”

  “I’ve been jamming them but that won’t give us enough time. We need to turn off.”

  Aria brushed a finger over her Smarteye. She had always worn the clear device over her left eye and it was always on. The Eye took them to the Realms, the virtual spaces where they spent most of their time.

  “Caleb will kill us if we’re not back soon,” said Paisley.

  Aria rolled her eyes. “Your brother and his theme nights.” She usually cruised the Realms with Paisley and her older brother, Caleb, from their favorite spot in the 2nd Gen Lounge. For the past month, Caleb had planned their nights around themes. Tonight’s theme, “Feeding Friend-zies,” began in a Roman Realm where they’d feasted on roasted boar and lobster ragout. Then they’d cruised to a Minotaur feeding in a Mythology Realm. “I’m just glad we left before the piranhas.”

  Thanks to her Smarteye, Aria had kept daily visits with her mother, who had followed her research to Bliss, another Pod hundreds of miles away. The distance had never mattered until five days ago, when the link with Bliss broke.

  “How long are we planning to stay out there?” Aria asked. She only needed a few minutes alone with Soren. Just long enough to ask him about Bliss.

  A grin broke over Bane’s face. “Long enough to party in the real!”

  Echo pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Long enough to party in the flesh!”

  Echo’s actual name was Theo but few people remembered it. His nickname suited him too well.

  “We can shut off for one hour.” Soren winked at her. “But don’t worry, I’ll turn you on later.”

  Aria made herself laugh, smoky and flirtatious. “You better.”

  Paisley shot her a suspicious look. She didn’t know Aria’s plan. Something had happened to Bliss, and Aria knew Soren could get the information from his father.

  Soren shifted his thick shoulders like a boxer stepping into a ring. “Here we go, Glitches. Hold on to your pants. We’re shutting off in three, two—”

  Aria startled at a shrill ringing that came from deep within her ears. A red wall crashed over her field of vision. Hot needles of pain stabbed into her left eye and then spread over her scalp. They gathered at the base of her skull and then shot down her spine, exploding through her limbs. She heard one of the boys swear stiffly with relief. The red wall vanished as quickly as it had come.

  She blinked a few times, disoriented. The icons for her favorite Realms had disappeared. The messages in the queue and the news crawl in the lower part of her Smartscreen were gone as well, leaving only the airlock door, which appeared dull, filtered through a soft film. She looked down at her gray boots. Middle Gray. A shade that covered nearly every surface in Reverie. How could gray seem less vibrant?

  A sense of loneliness crept over her despite
being in the crowded little chamber. She couldn’t believe people lived this way once, with nothing but the real. Savages on the outside still lived this way.

  “It worked,” Soren said. “We’re off! We’re strictly meat!”

  Bane hopped up and down. “We’re like the Savages!”

  “We’re Savages!” Echo yelled. “We’re Outsiders!”

  Paisley kept blinking over and over. Aria wanted to reassure her, but she couldn’t concentrate with Bane and Echo blasting around in the small space.

  Soren spun a manual release bar on the door. The chamber depressurized with a quick hiss and a rush of cool air. Aria looked down, stunned to see Paisley’s hand clasped to hers. She had only a second to absorb the fact that she hadn’t touched anyone in months, since her mother left, before Soren slid the door open.

  “Freedom at last,” he said, and then stepped into the darkness.

  In the shaft of light that spilled out of the airlock chamber, she saw the same smooth floors that ran everywhere in Reverie, but these were coated with a layer of dust. Soren’s footprints stamped a trail into the gloom.

  What if the dome wasn’t secure? What if Ag 6 crawled with outside dangers? A million deaths in the Death Shop. A million diseases might be swimming in the air rushing past her cheeks. Inhaling suddenly felt like suicide.

  Aria heard beeps from a keypad coming from Soren’s direction. Tracks of lights flickered on with a series of loud clicks. A cavernous space appeared. Farming rows stretched back as even as stripes. High above, pipes and beams crisscrossed the ceiling. She saw no gaping hole or other signs of wreckage. With its dirty floors and solemn quiet, the dome simply looked neglected.

  Soren jumped in front of the doorway, bracing the frame.

  “Blame me if this turns out to be the greatest night of your life.”

  The food grew from waist-high plastic mounds. Row after row of decaying fruits and vegetables spread out around her in endless lines. Like everything in the Pod, they were genetically designed for efficiency. They had no leaves, and needed no soil and little water to grow.

  Aria plucked a withered peach, cringing at how easily she’d bruised the soft flesh. In the Realms food still grew, or pretended to grow virtually, on farms with red barns and fields under sunny skies. She remembered the latest Smarteye slogan, Better than Real. It was true in this case. The real food in Ag 6 looked like old people before aging-reversal treatments.

  The boys spent the first ten minutes chasing each other down the aisles and leaping over the farming rows. That turned into a game Soren dubbed “Rotball,” which consisted of pegging one another with produce. Aria played for a while, but Soren kept aiming for her and he threw too hard.

  She took cover with Paisley, ducking behind a row as Soren changed the game again. He lined Bane and Echo against the wall execution-style and then fired grapefruits at the brothers, who just stood there laughing.

  “No more citrus!” Bane yelled. “We’ll talk!”

  Echo put his hands up like Bane. “We give, Fruit Reaper! We’ll talk!”

  People always did what Soren wanted. He had priority in all the best Realms. He even had a Realm named after him, SOREN 18. Soren’s father created it for his eighteenth birthday a month ago. Tilted Green Bottles played a special concert. During the last song, the stadium flooded with seawater. Everyone had transformed into mermaids and mermen. Even in the Realms, where anything was possible, that party had been spectacular. It had set off the underwater concert craze. Soren had made caudal fins sexy.

  Aria rarely meshed with him after school hours. Soren ruled the sports and combat Realms. Places where people could compete and be ranked. She normally kept to art and music Realms with Paisley and Caleb.

  “Look at this messy thing,” Paisley said, rubbing at an orange smear on her pants. “It won’t go away.”

  “It’s called a stain,” Aria said.

  “What’s the point of stains?”

  “There isn’t any. That’s why we don’t have them in the Realms.” Aria studied her best friend. Paisley wore a pinched expression, her brow overlapping the edge of her Smarteye. “Are you all right?”

  Paisley waved her fingers in front of her Eye. “I hate this. Everything’s missing, you know? Where is everyone? And why do I sound so pseudo?”

  “We all do. Like we swallowed megaphones.”

  Paisley lifted an eyebrow. “A what?”

  “A cone people used to make their voices louder. Before microphones.”

  “Sounds mega-regress,” Paisley said. She scooted around, squaring her shoulders to Aria. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Why are we with Soren?”

  Now that they were shut off, Aria realized she could tell Paisley her reason for flirting with him. “I need to find out about Lumina. I know Soren can get information from his father. He might already know something.”

  Paisley’s expression softened. “The link is probably just down. You’ll hear from her soon.”

  “The link has only dropped for a few hours before. Never for this long.”

  Paisley sighed, leaning back against the plastic mound. “I couldn’t believe it when you sang to him the other night. And you should’ve seen Caleb. He thought you’d broken into your mother’s medicines.”

  Aria smiled. She usually kept her voice private, something strictly between herself and her mother. But a few nights ago, she made herself sing a sultry ballad to Soren in a Cabaret Realm. In minutes that Realm had reached full capacity, with hundreds of people waiting to hear her sing again. Aria had left. And just as she’d hoped, Soren had been chasing her since. When he’d proposed the idea for tonight, she’d jumped at the opportunity.

  “I had to get him interested.” She flicked a seed off her knee. “I’ll talk to him as soon as he calls off the fruit war. Then we’ll get out of here.”

  “Let’s get him to stop now. We’ll tell him we’re bored . . . which we are.”

  “No, Pais,” Aria said. Soren wasn’t one to push into anything. “I’ll handle it.”

  Soren leaped on top of the farming row in front of them, making them both jump. He held an avocado, his arm cocked back. His grays were covered in blotches of juice and pulp. “What’s wrong? Why are you both just sitting here?”

  “We’re bored with Rotball,” Paisley said.

  Aria winced, waiting for Soren’s reaction. He crossed his arms, his jaw working side to side as he stared down at them.

  “Maybe you should leave then. Wait. I almost forgot. You can’t leave. Guess you’ll have to stay bored, Paisley.”

  Aria glanced at the airlock door. When had he closed it? She realized he had all the codes for the door and for resetting their Smarteyes. “You can’t trap us in here, Soren.”

  “Actions precede reactions.”

  “What’s he talking about?” Paisley asked.

  “Soren! Get over here,” Bane called. “You need to see this!”

  “Ladies. I’m needed elsewhere.”

  He tossed the avocado into the air before he jogged away. Aria caught it without thinking. It popped open in her hand, becoming a slick green mess.

  “He means we’re too late, Pais. He already locked us out.”

  Aria checked the airlock door anyway. The panel didn’t respond. She stared at the red emergency switch. It was wired directly to the mainframe. If she hit it, Reverie Guardians would come to help them. But then they’d also be punished for breaking out and probably have their privileges in the Realms docked. And she’d lose any chance to speak with Soren about her mother.

  “We’ll stay a little longer. They’ll have to go back soon.”

  Paisley pulled her hair over one shoulder. “All right. But can I hold your hand again? It feels more like being in the Realms.”

  Aria stared at her best friend’s extended hand. Paisley’s fingers were twitching slightly. She took her hand, but fought the urge to pull away as they walked to the far end of the dome together. There, the three boys stepped th
rough a door Aria hadn’t noticed before. Another set of lights clicked on. For a moment, she wondered if her Smarteye had reactivated and she was actually seeing a Realm. A forest loomed in front of them, beautiful and green. Then she looked up, seeing the familiar white ceiling above the treetops, run through by a maze of lights and pipes. It was a huge terrarium, she realized.

  “I found it,” Bane said. “How champ am I?”

  Echo jerked his head to the side, his shaggy hair shifting out of his eyes. “Champ, man. It’s unreal. I mean, it’s real. Zap, you know what I mean.”

  They both looked at Soren. “Perfect,” he said, his gaze intent. He pulled off his shirt, tossed it aside, and ran into the woods. In the next moment, Bane and Echo followed.

  “We’re not going in, are we?” Paisley asked.

  “Not like that.”

  “Aria, be serious.”

  “Pais, look at this place.” She stepped forward. Rotten fruit was one thing. A forest was a true temptation. “We’ve got to see it.”

  It was cooler and darker under the trees. Aria ran her free hand over the trunks, feeling the rough textures. Pseudo-bark didn’t grip like it might bite into her skin. She crushed a dry leaf in her palm, creating sharp crumbs. She stared at the patterns of leaves and branches above, imagining that if the boys quieted down, she might be able to hear the trees breathe.

  Aria kept track of Soren as they headed deeper into the woods, looking for an opportunity to speak to him, while trying to ignore the moist warmth of Paisley’s hand. She and Paisley had held hands before in the Realms, where touching happened. But it felt softer there, unlike the constricting grip she felt now.