Ancient isn’t the same as old,” Jaxon says to her, and I can tell from his voice that he means it. And also that he admires her a great deal, even if he doesn’t trust her completely. “Always such a charmer.” She stands up, her gaze meeting mine for the first time. “But I’m guessing you already know that.” I nod, more cognizant than ever of Jaxon’s warning to let him do the talking. Because while the Bloodletter might look like the sweetest grandma ever, her green eyes gleam with shrewdness—and more than a little bit of avarice—as she looks me over. Add in the fact that I can see the tips of her fangs glowing against her bottom lip in the firelight, and I’m beginning to feel a little bit like a fly to the proverbial spider. “You brought your mate,” she tells him with an arch look, one that speaks volumes I don’t begin to understand. “I did,” he replies. “Well, let me get a look at her, then.” She walks forward, pressing a hand to the side of Jaxon’s biceps in an effort to guide him over a few steps. Jaxon doesn’t budge, which makes the Bloodletter laugh, a bright, colorful sound that echoes off the vaulted ceilings and ice-hard walls. “That’s my boy,” she says. “Always the overprotective one. But I can assure you this time, there’s no need.” Again, she presses on his biceps in a very obvious “scoot over a little” gesture. Again, he doesn’t move so much as an inch. Annoyance replaces amusement in her bright-green eyes,

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Everything feels off—especially me. I’ve returned to Katmere Academy, but I’m haunted by fragments of days I have no recollection of living and struggling to understand who, or what, I really am.

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comment only annoys me more. “Is there a point to this conversation?” “Grace,” he says softly. “Open your eyes.” I don’t want to do it. I don’t even know why, except that I really, really don’t want to. But at the same time, it’s sort of a compulsion. The kind that I know is going to hurt later—like when I chipped my tooth in seventh grade and couldn’t resist touching it with my tongue, even though I knew it was so sharp, it would cut me. That’s what it feels like listening to Hudson tell me to open my eyes. “Wow, so I’m a toothache now?” He sounds insulted. “Thaaaaanks.” “If you were a toothache, I’d go to the dentist and let her drill you out of my head,” I tell him, my voice filled with the frustration I can’t get away from. “Without novocaine.” “You’ve got quite the mean streak in you, Grace. Does it make me a masochist if I admit that I like it?” Ugh. Seriously? I can stand the voice in my head. I can maybe even put up with the fact that that voice belongs to Hudson. But the sexual innuendo is going to make me vomit. I finally stop fighting myself and decide to open my eyes if it means it will shut him up, even for a second. Then really wish I hadn’t because— Holy hell. He’s right there, one wide shoulder resting against the icy wall near a lamp, long legs crossed at the ankle, obnoxious smirk on his ridiculously pretty face. He’s got the signature Vega high cheekbones and strong jawline, but that’s

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There are a total of 126 chapters in Crush (125 from Grace's perspective, 1 from Hudson's perspective), not counting the two bonus chapters at the end of the book.There goes my mind, blowing up all over again. “Like…?” “Like in Hawaii, there’s a school that specializes in water shifters.” “Water shifters?” I repeat. “Yes,” Flint answers with a laugh. He must know what I’m thinking, because he adds, “Mermaids are real. So are selkies and nereids and sirens, among other things.” “Seriously?” I ask. “Seriously.” He shakes his head in obvious amusement. “You look dazzled.” “I feel dazzled.” “Vegas has Ceralean,” Hudson adds from near my head. “It’s a school for succubi, among others.” Out of all the mythological creatures, that’s what you come at me with? I give an exaggerated eye roll. A creature known for its sexual appetites? “Hey, I was just adding to your knowledge base.” The look he gives me is so innocent that I’m amazed he doesn’t have a halo sparkling…right around his feet. “You’re the one who asked.” I don’t even bother to say anything this time. I just roll my eyes again…at least until I realize Flint is staring at me like he suddenly thinks something is really wrong with me. I’m proven right when he asks, “Umm, do you have something in your eye?” “Yeah, I just got some dirt in there or something.” I rub my eye. “All better.”

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I want to be outraged that they think I could do this. But the truth is, they have every right to suspect me. Especially since I have absolutely no idea what I was doing during the time Amka left the library. “We don’t think you stole it,” Uncle Finn tells me in a voice I recognize as deliberately soothing. “But we do think something is going on inside you that makes you do these things, and that’s what we want to try to figure out so we can help you.” “Do we really know?” I ask, my voice coming out higher and louder than I want it to. “I mean, are you sure I’m the one who did this?” It’s not even that I doubt them, it’s just that I don’t want to believe them. Because then I have to start wondering. What kind of powers does this gargoyle inside me have? And why is it using me to do these terrible things? Jaxon wraps a supportive arm around my waist, then rests his chin on my shoulder as he whispers in my ear, “It’s okay. We’ve got this.” I’m glad he thinks so, because right now, it doesn’t feel like I’ve got anything. “That’s why we wanted you to come here, so we could all rewatch the footage together. See if we can figure out what’s really going on.” My uncle walks behind the circulation desk. “Nobody blames you, Grace,” Macy says with a reassuring smile. “We know something else is going on.” My knees get weak at theirs words—there’s footage?—and at the grim look on my uncle’s face. Because if they’ve seen the footage already, then they know for sure that I’m the one who stole the athame. Come on Baby, Light My Candle Just like that, there’s a weird feeling deep inside me. A spark of heat, of light, of energy that is both familiar and completely foreign at the same time. “Go ahead,” Hudson tells me, his voice little more than a whisper. “Reach for it.” So I do, hand outstretched and everything about me open wide. And then it’s there, right there inside me. Arrowing into me. Lighting me up from the inside. Making every nerve ending in my body come alive like I’ve never felt before. “Do you feel it now?” Macy asks, voice raised excitedly. “I do,” I tell her, because this has to be it. This brilliant feeling that’s warm and bright and airy and light has magic written all over it. “Good,” Macy continues. “Now hold it for a minute, get used to it. Feel it moving through your body.” I do as she says, letting the warmth and the light burn through me. “What do I do now?” I ask, because while it feels amazing to have this feeling inside me, it also feels unsustainable—like it’ll burn right through me and then disappear if I don’t know what to do with it. “Focus your mind,” Macy says, “on lighting the candle. sighs and says, “Don’t thank me, Grace.” “Why not?” I roll over so I can get a better look at his face as he leans up against the side of my bed. “Because,” he tells me, indigo eyes burning hotly with a myriad of emotions I can’t begin to decipher, “if you do, I’m going to do something that you’ll regret.” comfortable chair in existence…and finally reach for a book. I just hope it has some of the answers I need.And I wouldn’t mind a good memory retrieval spell, too… The Circle is caught in a power play and the Vampire Court is trying to drag me out of my world and into theirs. The only thing Hudson and Jaxon agree on is that leaving Katmere would mean my certain death.

Oh my God. Are you high?” I ask. “I’m inside your head, Grace. If I were high, wouldn’t that mean you are, too?” Obviously.” I don’t mean to sound snarky; I really don’t. I know he just wants to help. But what am I supposed to do here? I can’t just go around assaulting people. The whole Idon’t-remember thing is going to get old fast. God knows it’s already old for me. Macy steps between us. “So what do we do, Dad? How do we stop this from happening again?” I wrap my arms around my waist and hold on tight. “You’re not going to call the police, are you? I didn’t mean to hurt him. Honestly, I still can’t figure out how I did hurt him. He’s—” “No one’s calling the police, Grace,” Jaxon tells me firmly. “That’s not how we handle things here. And even if we did, you can’t be held responsible for something you did when you weren’t aware. Right, Foster?” “Of course. I mean, we’re going to have to watch you, make sure this doesn’t happen again. You can’t go around assaulting other students.” “Even if they deserve it,” Macy interjects. “I know it’s wrong, but after everything Cole did to you last semester, I’m having a hard time feeling sympathy for the guy.” Jaxon snorts. “I should have killed him when I had the shot. Then this never would have happened.” “No, you shouldn’t have,” I scold him. “That’s a horrible thing to say.” “Horrible,” Macy agrees, “but also a little bit true.” I shoot her a what-the-hell look, but she just kind of shrugs, as if to say, What did you expect? However, this is not at all due to negligence as there are so many teases for answers to burning questions that get explicitly pushed away until later. So, going in to Crush, know that you’ll just have to accept the fact that you won’t receive the answers you’re after. You may receive more context to the questions themselves, but few resolutions. I do feel like the story built up to a pretty intense climax, much like Crave, and definitely has a Crave-style ending that is going to make some readers mad, and others excited. I’m unsure of how I feel about the developments of the ending, but I am POSITIVE it’s going to make for some pretty intense drama in the next book. We also get to see a new perspective come into the story, and I’m eager to find out just how this is all going to play out.