Audiobook Fiction - Veronica Roth - Chosen Ones
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the first time she had ever seen. That was at the farmhouse, which is what they called the building where they had trained to defeat the dark one he had been holding onto the chain of the porch swing. Gangly his hair and short dreadlocks, he told her she had a weird name and asked her how she got it. When she told him she and her brother were named after characters in the movie Ferris Bueller's Day Off, he laughed, and his smile had been so wide that she liked him right away. There was something about Matt standing in the hallway holding the door frame that reminded her of the teenager she had known. But he had stopped smiling that way a long time ago, long before they started dating. He certainly wasn't smiling. Now, nice note, he said, holding up the piece of paper. Sloan had slipped under the door before they left. Matt, we're going to meet alternate Bert. Just have to know taking chaperone. So don't worry. Slow and asi. He crumpled it up and threw it at her feet. It bounced up against her shins and settled near the wall. Well, I actually told you where I was going this time, Sloan said. Cooley, that isn't the issue. That said, We're supposed to be a team Sloan. You don't want a team, Sloan said. You want obedience. Matt flinched like she had hit him and stepped back. She felt a twinge of regret, but she was tired of bracing herself every time she wanted to do something. Say something, go somewhere and not just here in gen tricks, but anywhere. He was a kind man, but his disapproval was paternalistic at best and at worst, oppressive. Oh, whoa, hey, none of this, Esther said. Before Matt could respond, she put herself between them holding one hand after Sloan and the other to Matt. It's not like Sloan dragged me along, that I agreed with her, that it would be helpful, and I knew you wouldn't want to come. So no, you knew that if you told me about it before you left, I would argue with you, Matt said, scowling. You don't just get to go behind my back because you know I will disagree with you. Have I ever done that to either of you? Well, maybe if you ever wanted to do anything. Sloan shut up, Esther snapped. Stop being such a ******* child! Heat rushed into Sloane's face. Esther pinched her nose as a forcing tension away. Sloan kept forgetting how tired Esther had looked when she dragged her out of the river. Nothing was waiting for Sloane back on Earth except familiarity in an apartment she needed to move out of but waiting for Esther. It was a dying parent. Every moment they spent here was for her a moment too long. You make a fair point, Esther said. To Matt writes Long. You don't have to pressure into agreeing with you. That said, she's not. Sloan forced herself to say it's a fair point. Sorry, Esther Side with obvious relief and kicked off one of her shoes. So it landed somewhere in the bedroom she had claimed. The other one soon joined in, and she stood in her flat feet. Her pink lipstick faded everywhere, but the outline of her mouth, her eye makeup smeared under her lower lashes. The S E of insta fame was gone. Okay, that said, Well, how was he a ****? Sloan said. He was not a ****. Esther said he was a mailman. with a dead wife, no interest in government work or magic. So he wasn't like Burt that looked triumphant. I told Esther earlier, just because someone got the same genes as they're parallel counterpart He was a lot like Burt actually slowing crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. He was listening to Neil Young. He had all those books on magical objects of legend. He talked like Burt, teared up like Burt. He had ******* gnomes in his front yard. He was Bert. But the spread of magic derailed him. How could the spread of magic derail him? Bert was fascinated by magic, Matt said. He would have loved for it to become widespread. Know Burt was fascinated by mystery, Sloan said. He liked knowing things that no one else knew and finding out that myths were real. So once magic became this known quantity that you could control with tech and frequencies, he lost interest. She stared at her shoes, covered in dust and dirt and puddle water. He was similar enough that I lost it a little, she said. He was similar enough that I think it's possible, maybe even likely, that the resurrection ist could be the alternate version of the dark one. Our dark one was just making use of magic that most of Earth didn't believe existed, Matt said. I guess it makes sense that in a world where Magic is widely known to exist, he would delve deeper into what was possible, like bring an army back from the dead. Sloan nodded. I mean, if a normal person knew how to bring someone back from death, they wouldn't build a freaking army. They would bring back loved ones, family France, Esther said.