"I highly recommend you get over it, Wisty," says Mr. Patronizing. "You're all lead characters in the New Order's most wanted primetime public-informant program. He's now got photos of everybody from the raids-including Janine, Jamilla, Emmet, and Sasha."

Silence. Janine finally asks the question on everyone's mind. "How…?"

"Those displays we see out on the streets in their part of the Overworld? They're two-way. If you're looking at one of his newscasts, chances are he's looking at you, too."

"That's impossible," Whit says, dismissing Byron's idea.

"You doubt me? Then check this out," he says. "Not only is he all over the New Order broadcasts, he's making his way into our transmissions. Look."

Byron snaps a picture of himself with the phone. I grab it and look at the image. My jaw drops. In the picture, The One Who Is The One's face is directly over Byron's shoulder.

"It's probably just proof that you're a traitor," I say, handing back the phone.

"Oh yeah?" snarls Byron. "Then why does it happen with everybody?" He turns and snaps a picture of Whit.

Whit takes the phone and looks at the photo of himself. And promptly turns white. He starts to shiver, and this little tic he has in his left eye starts up.

"You see?" Byron squeals.

Whit shakes his head and passes the phone back to me. He's shaking all over now; the facial tic is getting worse.

And I see why: it's not The One Who Is The One in the photograph. It's Celia.

The One has Celia.

Chapter 15

Whit

My temples are pounding, and the edges of my vision swirl. My heart feels as if it's trying to climb up into my throat. I have to find her. Have to get back to the Shadowland. Need to be swallowed by Celia's beautiful eyes, her hair, her scent. I have to merge with her at least one more time.