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- KurzbeschreibungA fast-paced international escapade, laced with adrenaline, glamour, and romance--perfect for fans of Ally Carter<br />Avery West's newfound family can shut down Prada when they want to shop in peace, and can just as easily order a bombing when they want to start a war. Part of a powerful and dangerous secret society called the Circle, they believe Avery is the key to an ancient prophecy. Some want to use her as a pawn. Some want her dead.<br />To unravel the mystery putting her life in danger, Avery must follow a trail of clues from the monuments of Paris to the back alleys of Istanbul with two boys who work for the Circle-beautiful, volatile Stellan and mysterious, magnetic Jack. But as the clues expose a stunning conspiracy that might plunge the world into World War 3, she discovers that both boys are hiding secrets of their own. Now she will have to choose not only between freedom and family--but between the boy who might help her save the world, and the one she's falling in love with.
- AutorMaggie Hall
- VerlagG P Putnam
- FormatGebundene Ausgabe
- Seiten336 Seiten
- Gewicht440 g
- LeseprobeCHAPTER 1<br />The piece of paper could have been anything.<br />The spotlight behind me flashed acid green, then pink, then went dark. The pink still seared my retinas, lending a rosy glow to the folded page clenched in my fist.<br />I stared at it for a few seconds, then reopened it.<br />The six-inch square had just dropped out of Jack Bishop's bag.<br />Jack Bishop, the new guy, who had transferred to Lakehaven High at the beginning of this week. Who had shown up here at lighting tech rehearsal, even though he was the last person I'd expect to be a theater kid.<br />He'd glanced at his phone and hurried down from the catwalk, and was now making his way across the stage below, his footsteps echoing through the theater. His white T-shirt went orange with the next floodlight, then blue, a bright spot in the dark.<br />I made sure no one was watching, then smoothed the paper flat again.<br />It was a photo. A photo of a girl with long dark hair and matching dark eyes focused just out of the frame.<br />The girl was me.<br />CHAPTER 2<br />I watched Jack until he disappeared.<br />On the other end of the catwalk, Lara Sanchez, the lighting director for the spring play and the person who forced me to come today, leaned over all the new theater techs to demonstrate how another light operated. It made the whole structure shudder.<br />I clutched at the wire mesh with white-knuckled fingers and glanced at the photo again. In it, my lips were slightly parted, my head turned, like I was talking to someone. He must have gotten it online. Lara posted a ton of pictures. For Jack Bishop to go to the trouble of searching one out meant . . . Well, there weren't many reasons a guy would be carrying your picture around.<br />I suddenly realized how stagnant the air up here was. Hot. Stuffy. I was doing better than I thought I would, but I wouldn't say no to an excuse to get down.<br />I scrambled to my feet. "Sorry," I whispered to Lara as I stepped over legs and backpacks. "Excuse me." I didn't stop until I was on solid ground. I brushed off my jeans, shoved the picture into my messenger bag, then pushed open the heavy theater door.<br />B Hall looked especially drab after the neon stage, but Jack, halfway to the gym and looking at his phone, might as well have had a spotlight on him.<br />Since he'd started at Lakehaven on Monday, Jack had been invited onto the yearbook committee and half the school's sports teams, and in to EmmaBeth Porter's pants, and those were just the offers I'd overheard.<br />Meanwhile, I'd spent the whole week fighting the flutter in my stomach that started when he sat next to me in sociology class. And got worse when he smiled at me in calculus. And then he'd showed up at lighting, which meant I'd been staring at the tattoo on his forearm for the last half hour instead of paying attention.<br />I wasn't just fascinated with his forearms, though, or his deep gray eyes, or the dimple in his right cheek. He was ridiculously attractive-not pretty, but good-looking in a chiseled way, his jawline an angle rather than a curve, not a strand of espresso-colored hair out of place-and to a lot of people, that would be enough.<br />To me, though, there was more. Jack was the new kid, like I was. Like me, he said no to all the invitations. I never saw him talking to anyone for more than a couple of minutes. But he seemed so confident about it. It was like he actually . . . didn't care.<br />I pretended I didn't care. About friends. About boys. About having a life. Sometimes I thought I'd actually gotten the hang of it, but then I'd find myself sneaking out of lighting rehearsal because there was a traitorous part of me that wanted to know if this guy I'd been watching for the past week had been watching me, too.<br />Jack made an abrupt right out the exit to the courtyard.<br />I should have stopped following him. What was I planning to do, anyway? But when I got t
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