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She hadn’t even heard him move.
Lyra swallowed. “You’re in my way.”
Grayson looked at her like he was standing above a pool of dark water looking for something beneath the surface, like she was a mystery—and his to solve. The barest hint of emotion flickered in his pale eyes, and for an instant, Grayson Hawthorne looked almost human.
Then he stepped abruptly to the side, clearing Lyra’s path. There was something gallant about the motion, a match for the finely tailored black suit he wore like a second skin.
Lyra hadn’t asked for his gallantry. “Stay out of my way,” she said, stalking past him.
Grayson called after her, countering her order with an ironclad command of his own: “Stay away from the cliffs.”
Chapter 9
GIGI
Gigi’s hair was a little too excited about being on a boat—specifically, a speedboat, and even more specifically, an Outerlimits SL-52.
In a game like this one, details mattered. Gigi clocked it all. The fire-engine-red detailing on the boat. Its impressive, fifty-one-foot length. The island toward which they were hurtling.
The Hawthorne driving the boat.
Gigi’s always-wild, two-inches-below-chin-length waves danced madly in the wind, flying in every direction at once, like they were trying to make a break for it.
“You didn’t bring a hair tie,” Savannah said beside her, not a question but a statement of fact. Based on experience, Gigi expected her twin to slip an extra hair tie off her own long, pale braid, but Savannah made no move to do so.
Things between them had changed since Savannah had left for college.
Since before that.
Gigi hated lying to her twin, and everything short of blurting out the whole sordid truth always felt like a lie.Dad isn’t in the Maldives—he’s dead! He died trying to kill Avery Grambs! There was a cover-up! He also blew up a plane! Two men were killed.
A chunk of hair thwapped Gigi in the face.
“Here.” A quiet, baritone voice broke through the wind. Gigi turned to look at the remaining passenger on the boat—the remainingplayer. He held out a hair tie identical to the one that held back his own shoulder-length dreadlocks.
“Thanks,” Gigi said. After she’d put his gift to use, she beamed at him. “I’m Gigi,” she declared. “And you’re my new best friend.”
That got her a slight smile, as her new friend (and also: opponent) fixed his gaze on the island in the distance. He had deep ebony skin and wore thick-rimmed glasses, and there was stubble along his rather remarkable jawline.
Okay, histotallyremarkable jawline.
Gigi waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t.The strong and silent type?Luckily, she excelled at filling silences. “I love islands. Private islands. Deserted islands. Peculiar island towns full of quirky people.”
Next to her, Savannah sat with perfect posture, not a hair out of place, as poised on a boat as she would have been on a throne. She didn’t say a word.
“Take any book or movie and set it on an island,” Gigi continued, stubbornly cheerful, “and it gets about a thousand times better, no idea why.”
“Closed system,” that quiet voice said.
Gigi looked again to her new friend/opponent. “Closed system?”
“In quantum physics, it’s a system that doesn’t exchange energyor matter with any other system. There are equivalent concepts in thermodynamics and classic mechanics. Chemistry and engineering, too.” He gave a little shrug. “Under those definitions, an island wouldn’t qualify, but the same concept applies. Nothing in, nothing out.”
“A closed system,” Gigi repeated. She amended her previous assessment:strong, not always silent, and nerdy!“Are you a physicist?” she asked.
Figuring out the competition would make it easier to beat him. And also: She wanted to know.
“Recovering.”
