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The hand ripped away from my face, and for a second, I heard the sound of leather rubbing on leather. My sleep-muddled mind tried to make sense of this.
Why would Brandon be wearing a leather jacket inside? My mind reeled. In my room? Here, at Brandon's house? What was Christopher doing here?
How had he gotten in? Had I not been dreaming after all? Had he really been kissing me?
I sat up so fast, I jostled Cosabella, who'd been curled against my neck. Oh, my God, did I hurt you? Are you bleeding?
He sounded so annoyed, I wanted to grab his face and go back to kissing it, just like in my dream. Only Christopher could sound that irritated with me. Wonderful, amazing, easily annoyed Christopher. And don't tell me Stark has been sneaking in here. Was that why the door was locked? I had to use my library card to jimmy the lock. Seriously, if he's been trying to get in here, I'll kill him-" I forgot that I was supposed to be giving Christopher the cold shoulder, on pain of Brandon destroying everything and everyone I loved.
I forgot that I was supposed to be pretending that Brandon and I were an item now. I was so overwhelmed at finding Christopher sitting on the side of my bed, just like in my dream, that I threw my arms around him, pulling him close and swearing to myself that I was never going to let him go. I didn't even care that the metal rivets and zipper of his leather jacket were icy cold against the parts of my bare skin that weren't covered by the matching pink tank top and sleep boxers I was wearing.
Just like in my dream. I'm sure it's just a flesh wound. I think I was semihysterical. But I didn't care. It felt so good to be in his embrace.
Christopher was here. His hold on me loosened just enough so that he could look down into my face. Sometime while I'd been sleeping, a partial moon must have come out.
I could see its faint glow through a crack in the curtains on the far side of the room. It didn't let in enough light for me to see him by, because his back was to it and he was thrown into silhouette by its glow. But he, I knew, could see me. But give me some credit.
And now that I do know it's you, I'm certainly not going to let you go that easily. I kept holding on to him. I don't think I could have let go of him, either, even if he'd wanted me to. Which, thank God, he didn't. He leaned down and kissed me, and I realized, as our lips touched, that I hadn't been dreaming. Kissing me awake. No wonder I'd been so hot. And that his kisses were doing to me again what they'd done to me before, making me feel warm and protected in a way I hadn't felt since.
And just like then, before I was entirely aware of what was happening, Christopher's hands were gently cradling my face as his lips moved over mine. Somehow he'd shed that annoying leather jacket, and he was half on, half off the bed. But definitely half on me, a sensation I couldn't say I didn't find enjoyable. I knew there were things we needed to say.
Things I needed to know, things I needed to tell him. But how could I when his lips were doing such interesting things to mine, and his hands-oh, his hands-had moved away from my face to tug at my.
It was the hardest thing I think I'd ever had to do. In the darkened room, there was nothing I wanted to do more than just let him keep doing what he was doing. But I couldn't.
Someone had to stay sane. And I had a pretty good idea that it wasn't going to be him. I could see that his blue eyes, so close to mine, were half-lidded and looked dazed. But as much as I longed to let him, I knew I couldn't. I pulled her onto my lap to use her as a kind of doggy boy-defense shield.
I'm happy to see you, too. But we have to talk. What are you doing here? He lost the dazed look-well, some of it-and said, sitting up straighter, "I think it should be obvious what I'm doing here, Em. I'm here to rescue you. Seriously, everything this boy said-and did-was causing my internal organs to do acrobatics. He had come all the way from New York to rescue me?
Just when I had given up all hope that anyone I knew was even thinking about me. Except Lulu and my mother. And my agent, Rebecca, of course. But that, I knew, would be a huge mistake. Because I wouldn't have the strength to crawl out of his arms again. Pushing some of my sleep-tossed hair out of my eyes, I resolved to follow my own advice and focus.
This one can run something like a million potential code combinations a second before it finds the right one. Used it to open Brandon's garage door. This was definitely something I wouldn't dream. I wasn't so sure Christopher's cousin Felix belonged under house arrest in his mother's basement. I think maybe he belonged on the payroll of some tech corporation in Silicon Valley. I figured he'd be stupid enough to use his name-and I was right.
The idea of me just walking out of Brandon's house and away from my problems with Christopher like-well, like it was that easy. Where could we even go? It wasn't, like, with my face, we wouldn't be instantly recognized anywhere we went. And what about Steven, and Nikki, and their mom?
I know I'm not related to them-except by blood-but I owed them something for the way they'd fought for me, even if it hadn't worked. Steven had gotten so mad at Brandon for agreeing to Nikki's insane plan, he'd finally had to leave the dining room entirely, for fear-he'd told me later, when I'd met him in the hallway as I'd been coming up to bed-that he'd smash Brandon's face in.
Later, he'd come into my room, telling me that we had to get out of there before both Nikki and I ended up dead. But go where?
Steven could always rejoin his naval unit and slip back under the sea in the submarine he'd left to look for his missing mother. But what about Mrs. Howard, who couldn't even use her credit cards or pay a bill for fear of Stark Enterprises tracking her down? Or Nikki, who chose to remain so blindly ignorant of the role she'd played in causing all of this heartache? I wanted to tell Christopher all these things. There was a lot of potential in this series, which got promptly wasted.
The big problem I keep coming back to is the characterization. It's definitely the weakest part in the series, and it shows. Em doesn't grow at all in three books; by the end, she's still dismissive of pretty famous people. Also, for someone who stresses about her intelligence and goes on about how smart she is, Em's kin I was really hoping for the series to redeem itself in this book, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
Also, for someone who stresses about her intelligence and goes on about how smart she is, Em's kind of dumb. Everything important about Stark or the operation, someone has to spell it out for Em before she realizes the truth. I think the only thing she figures out on her own is the spyware on her computer in the first book. For example, when she and Christopher discover Project Phoenix, they both can't figure out what the name means.
I can understand being confused with the city, but then they have to look up alternate meanings of phoenix, and they still can't figure it out. Not to mention, I cried bullshit when Em said she didn't really know what a phoenix is. She plays a fantasy MMO, how the hell has she never heard of a phoenix. Again, if you're going to call someone a geek, make them a geek! There's no foreshadowing to any of the revelations.
We find out why Em's mom was so against superficiality and a straw feminist- it's because her mother stopped telling her that she was pretty! Aside from being a bullshit Freudian excuse, there's no lead-up to it. Em's parents only show up once a book, and after their appearance in the first book, they only exist to harp on her for neglecting her schoolwork.
Our villain, Robert Stark, isn't menacing or even feels like a threat- he shows up once a book and leaves. The reveal about Project Phoenix auctioning off college students to do brain implants doesn't feel as earth-shattering or has any impact on the plot.
Nikki could have had a great character arc about getting over her vanity and accepting her new body, but apparently, all Lulu has to do is make Nikki over into a Goth and suddenly everyone thinks she's hot again. The worst part is when Em sneaks into the Project Phoenix auction and secretly films it on her phone. Stark catches her and smashes it.