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I can feel him. It was my grandfather, the headmaster of Gottfried. I turned towards the woods. Was he talking about Dante? The thudding grew stronger until the ground seemed to tremble. I felt the earth vibrate beneath my feet. My gaze returned to the frozen lake. The sound was coming from beneath the surface. I inched towards it, watching the brittle ribbons of ice quiver.

The dogs were approaching, their barks sharpening, their feet scuttling through the snow. I covered my ears as the thudding grew louder, more desperate. The surface of the lake bulged.

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Dozens of tiny faults splintered towards the shore in jagged seams. Another thud, and it buckled. The air pulsed with each tremor until a sharp crack rang out through the cold.

The ice shattered. Then all went still. I lowered my hands from my ears. The black water pooled through the crack in the ice. Had the Monitors caught him, those gifted graduates of Gottfried Academy, using their special ability to sense death? Had they hunted him down, just like my grandfather had ordered? Had they buried him? A dog barked in the distance. A deep voice echoed through the trees. This way!

I can feel him. I turned towards the woods. Was he talking about Dante? The thudding grew stronger until the ground seemed to tremble. I felt the earth vibrate beneath my feet. My gaze returned to the frozen lake.

The sound was coming from beneath the surface. I inched towards it, watching the brittle ribbons of ice quiver. The dogs were approaching, their barks sharpening, their feet scuttling through the snow.

I covered my ears as the thudding grew louder, more desperate. The surface of the lake bulged. Dozens of tiny faults splintered towards the shore in jagged seams. Another thud, and it buckled.

The air pulsed with each tremor until a sharp crack rang out through the cold. The ice shattered. Then all went still.

I lowered my hands from my ears. The black water pooled through the crack in the ice. It rippled. A pale hand reached up from the surface of the lake.

Water sloshed from the gash in the ice. His slick body rose from the depths, his lips a bruised purple, his auburn hair matted to his temples.

He dug his fingers into the ice and dragged himself out. His eyes snapped open as the lake spilled off of him.

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He looked at me, his mouth forming my name. He was Undead. I bolted awake, his name on my lips. I pressed them shut before the sound left my mouth, and sat up, the room coming into focus. Everything else — the lake, the thumping, the Monitors — had been nothing more than a dream. Or had he? I sank back into the cushions. How long had I been wandering through the woods?

I thought back, trying to discern each grey morning from the next. Ten days since I had taken the train back to Gottfried Academy with Noah.

Ten days since he had dived into the lake to retrieve the chest that the ninth sister had hidden at the bottom. Ten days since the Undead had surrounded us and dragged Noah back into the frozen lake, his palm pressing against the underside of the ice as the life left him.

It feels like another life now; the place where I could have fallen for Noah But for Dante. And now — ten days since Dante had whisked me away just before one of the Liberum pressed his hollow mouth to mine to take my soul.

The Liberum.

They were an Undead brotherhood so elusive, so insidious, that many Monitors considered their existence a mere legend. There were nine of them, their faces shrouded with hoods, their bodies so gaunt they looked inhuman. They had been alive for centuries, taking the souls of innocent people to keep the decay of their bodies at bay. All for the sole purpose of finding eternal life and becoming human again.

The Liberum travelled with a group of Undead boys, who flanked them like an army. Many Monitors had spied the boys, but only a rare few had laid eyes on a Brother.

Even fewer wanted to, for every Monitor knew that if you saw the Liberum, it was because they had been searching for you first. Their blue lips would be the last sight your eyes would see. I was the exception. The Liberum had been searching for a way to become human for years, and now that they knew I had the chest of the Nine Sisters, which was supposed to contain the secret to eternal life, they would stop at nothing to find me and take it from my grasp. Every so often, I thought I could feel their vacancy snaking through the mountains, moving towards us.

Or was it just the winter chill? We had thrown them off our trail days before, and were spending nights wherever we could find shelter, Dante leading our escape. Now we were in a cabin somewhere in the mountains between Maine and New Hampshire, navigating through the maze of icy ridges that belonged to no state or person.

Ten days. That was the amount of time it took for a person to reanimate. Maybe my dream had been real. I thought I knew who I was. There's a reason these vampires are still after me.

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There's a reason they will always hunt me. Because I'm not human. I'm the devil they fear and the angel they crave. Only problem is, I don't know it yet. Invidious The Marked 2 The steep descent into Hell is always paved with good intentions. My name is Jemma Blackburn, and I'm a Slayer. Finding out I wasn't human was only the beginning of my problems. My best-friend, Taylor, is still missing, and so is the Immortal Amulet, and it's my job alone to get them both back.

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Many Monitors had spied the boys, but only a rare few had laid eyes on a Brother. There is no road so long and winding as the one that leads you to the finish line. I don't know who I can trust, and I'm still not sure I'm cut out for any of this, but I'm determined to figure it all out, or die trying. I had taken to sleeping with it for safe keeping, but when I patted the cushions I realized it was gone.

All went still.

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