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 Chapter eight 

Sophie had already had a terrible day. She spent the first half worrying about what Fitz would say about her being unmatchable, she had been basically dumped by her sort-of-boyfriend-but-not, she had been soaked in the rain, and now this?

She was sick of the black swan’s viselike hold on all her actions. Livvy had said once that her favorite thing about project moonlark was that she had her own free will, but did she?

“I don’t need your permission,” Sophie snapped. Linh flinched at the anger in her words, and Biana raised her eyebrows in a mix of surprise and proudness. Sophie turned her gaze to Fitz, meeting his sad teal eyes. “And I don’t need you, either!” she said. Fitz gasped, as if he’d been shot. Sophie immediately wished she could stanch the words back and shove them back down her throat.

“If that’s how you feel about me,” Fitz said, and exited the room. “Fitz, wait!” Sophie said, getting up to run after him. She pushed past Mr. Forkle and ran out into the hallway. She saw the corner of his tunic disappear around the corner. She ran after him, taking too many twists and turns for even Sandor to keep up.

She ran outside and saw Fitz dart into the woods. She pushed her legs, willing them to go faster. She sprinted through the trees, branches whipping her face. She reached a clearing, where she saw Fitz crouched down in a ball. “Fit—” she tripped over a tree root and fell.

She looked up, and Fitz was gone. “Hello, Sophie,” A voice said.

-Chloe