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This chapter isn't very good. Sorry, I've been really busy, I just figured I should add at least one more chapter, and I knew I wouldn't be able to get the good copy done by the time, so here you guys go, sorry if it's bad. ..

 Chapter nine 

Sophie stood up, peeling herself off the ground. She was going to be braver, stronger this time. She pressed down on her panic switch. But her voice still shook as she asked, “What do you want with me?”

Alvar laughed. “We don’t want you, Sophie. Not anymore. We came here to ask, again, were Wylie is living. We just want to ask him some questions,” Alvar grinned, and Sophie had not a sliver of doubt that he was lying. She would never trust the neverseen.

“I don’t know where Wylie is living,” Sophie lied. “He’s been relocated.”

“We know you’re lying, Sophie,” Alvar said, a gleam in his eyes. The neverseen had a plan. “And this time we have something to make sure you tell us.” He stepped aside, letting Sophie see behind him.

There was Fitz, slumped against a tree. Sophie held back a shriek. ''Wait. . . she thought, screaming isn’t too bad of an idea.'' Sophie had already pressed her panic switch, so what else could she do?

“I wouldn’t scream, if I were you, Sophie,” Gethen said from beside Alvar. “One stab is all it takes to end your boyfriend’s life, and I still have that sword,” Sophie flinched. Gethen may not have killed both Mr. Forkles, or even known that there were two of them, but he had still killed one.

Gethen laughed at her reaction, and Alvar said, “So, Sophie, were. Is. Wylie?” Sophie hesitated. There was no good option. Either way, she would hurt someone. She could sacrifice her long-time crush and cognate, or one of Linh’s closest friends, and Prentice’s only son. She could lie about Wylie’s whereabouts, but that would only bring them back, and Sophie couldn’t forget, they had Tam. Who knows what them would do to him if she were to lie?

But. . . Tam was tough. And their only shade. They wouldn’t sacrifice him. Would they? Sophie sighed.

“Fine,” she said. “He’s living in Brant’s old house,” before they could say that it burnt down in the everblaze, she added, “They rebuilt it. They put it there because they thought you’d never look.” She looked down at the ground and scuffed her feet in the dirt.

“Thank you for the information, Sophie,” Alvar said, then grabbed the sword from were it was leaning against the tree trunk, and turned to Fitz, swinging it above his head, and down.

“No!” Sophie screamed, and launch herself into the air.

(I will go hide under a rock now)

-Chloe