"Can you tell me your name?" the doctor asked.
"It says it on your chart."
She smiled. "I want to get to know you a little before we start discussing your problem. So why don't you tell me your name and a few things about you."
"Fine," I smirked. "My name is Elsa Francis Field. I go to Blue Eagle Prep and I was kidnapped and brought to this hospital against my will."
Cash Carter's cell was separated from mine by row after row of glossy green ceramic bricks. The wall was roughly two inches thick, but I could hear his fingers scrabbling on the wall. Sometimes he pounded. For hours. I imaged his knuckles split open, bruises coloring hi
The almost naked corpse of a teenage girl was laying on the roof of the Rory Winston hotel where Izzy and ZuZu's father was holding a meeting. As usual they'd been banished to a penthouse suite so they'd be out of the way and as usual, they'd ditched it to go exploring. Today, they'd found more than they bargained for when they came across the body.
"Oh, shit," Izzy said, turning to his younger sister, ZuZu. He looked down at the girl's body stretched out on the sunny rooftop, feeling no discomfort, just curiosity. Little sun motes dancing across her skin, which was mottled purple with smudges of green here and there. She looked like she'