The Partisan Chronicles [Dystopia | Supernatural | Mystery]

Everleigh

"I found a dust pile," Lidia said.

"Okay."

"That's four now in a matter of days."

"You found four dust piles."

"No, four of my friends have gone missing. There's been one dust pile."

"I don't know what to tell you, Lidia. That one could have blown himself up by accident, it happens. The others might be busy somewhere. I think you're overreacting."

"And I think I need to start paying closer attention to that Strachan running around. They're usually so apathetic and not very effective, so I haven't been worried, but maybe I should be."

The annoyance of it all.

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"That's a good point. You're right," I said. "So why don't I keep an eye on him for you."

"Would you, Everleigh? Oskari finally sent for intervention, and I have so much to do before they get here. I can't be in two places at the same time."

Istok,

Oskari,

One villain and four letters in common.

Lidia Roska must be destroyed.

And if the new ones fail,

again,

I'll do it myself,

again.

Because who would really miss me,

if I were gone.

The dumb, pretty girl finally left.

I locked the door and lifted the decoy painting from my father's face.

Who would really miss me,

except—

Would you?

Do you?

I pressed my cheek against his cheek.

Cold—like him, like me.

I was counting on them,

the new ones had better not fail.