Summary from Goodreads:
Freedom comes at a cost...
Ella was genetically engineered to be the perfect pet—graceful,
demure...and kept. In a daring move, she escaped her captivity and took
refuge in Canada
Back in the United
States
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Kate Jarvik Birch is a visual artist, author, playwright, daydreamer, and professional procrastinator. As a child, she wanted to grow up to be either a unicorn or mermaid. Luckily, being a writer turned out to be just as magical. Her essays and short stories have been published in literary journals including Indiana Review and Saint Ann’s Review. She lives in Salt Lake City, Utah with her husband and three kids. To learn more visit www.katejarvikbirch.com
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Excerpt
from Tarnished:
“You came,” I said. “Of course.” He closed the
distance between us in a heartbeat.
Standing before me, he reached out and stroked
the blunt ends of my hair.
“As I was
walking down here, I wondered if maybe I’d dreamed you. If it wasn’t real. But
here you are.”
With his thumb and his forefinger, he gently
lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine. His mouth moved slowly, tenderly.
Time slowed. Melted. Broke away. The moments stretched, as fluid as water,
flowing forward: a drop, a river, an ocean, until I was suspended inside it.
Lost.
He pulled away and the world rushed back into
focus, time crashing down around us.
“Your father—” I said.
He shook his head. “Don’t worry. He won’t follow
me out here. No one will.”
“But inside... He knew!”
Penn shook his head. “He has the house bugged. He
lis- tens to everything: all my phone calls, all my conversations. He has a
chokehold on me, but it’s safe out here.”
“What about those men?”
“His henchmen?” Penn chuckled, but it was a sad
sound. “They won’t come, either. I’ve been coming out here almost every night
since he hired them. They’re lazy. They got sick of following me after the
first few nights. Once they realized that I was just coming out here to sit,
they gave up.”
He pulled me into him again, holding me so tight
against his chest I could feel the thrum of his heart against my cheek.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” he said. “I
didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” I looked up at him and he turned away,
his face contorting. “I thought about trying to come to you a thousand times,
but I didn’t know how. My dad is watching the borders and I think he almost
expected me to go running after you. But he never could have dreamed that you’d
come back.”
“I came as
fast as I could,” I said. “I saw you on TV. You looked so...” What could I say?
So beaten down? So empty? “But how? It’s hundreds of miles and...” His voice
trailed off and he shook his head.
There was so much to tell him about: My escape
from the refugee center, the train, the horrible things I’d seen in the black
markets.
“There’s no time now, but I promise, I’ll tell
you later.”
He sighed. “At least I got this chance to hold
you one more time. To touch you. But you can’t stay. It’s too dangerous. If my
dad knew you were here—”
“What has he done to you?” I ran my fingers
through his cut hair. Even after he’d been sleeping on it, it looked too
groomed, like his father had managed to suck the wildness right out of the top
of his head.
“I’m fine,” he said. “I can handle it as long as
I know you’re okay.”
“But I’m not okay without you.” He closed his
eyes. He wasn’t okay either.
“Come with me,” I said.
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