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Chapter 1

Dark hopelessness still lingered in Sophie’s body, even though two days had already passed. She knew she had much worse problems to think about, but she just couldn’t when Fitz’s beautiful teal eyes appeared in her head in perfect detail. ''How am I going to tell him? ''She asked herself for the eighth time that day. Sophie had blocked all of his pleading transmitions and didn’t even look at her imparter since the office. She knew that once he would ask what’s wrong, the story would come out of her one way or another. More and more negative thoughts swarmed into her head until a sudden knock jolted her back into cruel reality.

“Hey,” Edaline said, peaking her head through the door.

Sophie curtly nodded.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but your friends are really worried,” Edaline spoke gently but confidently, even though the crease between her eyebrows spoke something else. “In fact, one of them is waiting for you downstairs.” That made Sophie abruptly sit up so fast that she was still trying to blink out the dizziness when she asked her next questions.

“What? Who? Why?” Sophie’s eyes shone with alarm, her heart pounding in her chest, making it near impossible to hear the name that her adoptive mother said.

Dread filled her body when the next word came out of Edaline’s mouth. “Fitz.”

“No!” Sophie exclaimed through the unnecessary terror that clouded her brain. “Tell him I’m sick! Or—”

“You really don’t want to see me, don’t you?” Fitz’s voice asked, clearly teasingly, though his eyes bore a sadness that couldn’t be explained with words. He stepped into Sophie’s room, sitting on her bed, giving her space, but still close enough to reach for her hand. “Did I do something?”

“I’ll let you two talk,” Edaline whispered, descending down the stairs with, surprisingly, Sandor right behind her. “I’m going to Atlantis, and I’ll be back in a few hours.” Fitz’s eyes trailed back to Sophie’s, begging her to talk to him.

“I can’t,” Sophie mumbled, averting his stunning eyes that usually made her heart flutter.

“I promise I won’t be mad,” he answered, igniting the tiny flare of hope that made Sophie mutter her next few words.

“I-I’m,” Sophie took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut, “unmatchable.”

“Oh,” Fitz answered after 203 seconds, making Sophie’s eyes flutter open. But she instantly regretted it when she noticed how his eyes were avoiding her gaze. They were stationed on the floor, barely blinking.

“Is that…ok?” Sophie could barely finish, and the all-too-familiar sense of hopelessness filled her up when she saw Fitz’s head shake. He still wouldn’t look at her when he stood up and walked to the door. “Fitz…” Sophie begged, her breath quickening.

“I’ll see you around,” he answered, leaving her room. Sophie couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think through the panic that suddenly coursed through her veins. Gasping for air, sobs started to flow out. Sophie though that Fitz would accept her through the stupid prejudice; she thought that he truly loved her, but apparently she was wrong. Panic flared more and more until a familiar voice exclaimed from the first floor.

“Woah—it feels like Dread Land in here!”