So...I actually have a plot plan for this one! Yay me! But I'm not quite sure if I like it, or if it's a waste of time. Please comment and tell me what you think! For now...ENJOY! :)

PROLOGUE

"WHAT HAPPENED?" GRADY CALLED WHEN he spotted her, but she didn't acknowledge him. She threw her satchel on the ground and ran straight for the caves.

"Sophie, wait!" Edaline called.

Sophie kept going, but Edaline was faster than she looked, and in a minute she'd caught up with her. She offered a small furball. "In case you need a friend."

Iggy fluttered to her shoulder and Sophie wiped away a tear. "Thanks."

Edaline nodded. "Be careful down there. Looks like a storm's coming."

Sophie hadn't noticed the gray sky, but it seemed appropriate given her mood. She climbed down the cliff and wandered deep into the cave, reveling in the thick, gloomy darkness. She noticed a shard of rock on the ground and hurtled it at the wall. The clatter as it shattered into smaller bits was oddly soothing.

She threw another stone, and another, relishing the clang of each as they were pulverized to smithereens. When there were no rocks left, she kicked the edge of the nearest boulder until her foot throbbed. Dirty, panting, and in more than a little pain, she collapsed to the ground, feeling the tears she'd been holding back bubble over. She buried her face in her hands and gave into them, letting the violent sobs shake her body. She felt Iggy trembling next to her, frightened by her irrational behavior, but she didn't care.

Her life had officially fallen apart.

She had no friends. No family. Facing exile and expulsion.

She was totally and completely alone.

It was at that moment—when she thought things couldn't possibly get any worse—that they did.

A pair of arms pulled her to her feet and smothered her scream with a meaty hand. She tried to fight back, but a cloaked figure swooped out of the shadows and shoved a cloth over her mouth and nose. Something sickeningly sweet burned her throat and nostrils and her head instantly clouded.

A sedative.

She held her breath and kicked with all her might, but she couldn't escape the iron grasp, and she couldn't hold her breath much longer.

"Sophie?" Dex called, his voice echoing against the walls. "Are you in here? Fitz told me I should come find you."

The figure holding her cursed, and Sophie rallied her concentration.

Run, Dex! she transmitted.

She was too late.

She heard the scuffle, but her head was swirling too much from the drug to make sense of it. Then the arms holding her jerked away, and she crumpled to the ground as someone yelped. A ball of fur scuttled away.

Iggy!

He must've bit her captor.

Go get help! she transmitted, hoping he understood what she meant. He scurried out of the cave, so she took that as a good sign.

She tried to get up, but she was too weak. One of the figures grabbed her arm, squeezing so hard it cut off her circulation. "Let go," she rasped, surprised at how the drug affected her voice. Dex moaned behind her and she turned toward the sound.

A third figure had Dex with a viselike grip, and clearly no amount of struggling or fighting would help him escape. She held Dex's panicked stare as her captor pulled her to her feet and covered her mouth with his hand. "Drug them now!" he ordered in a deep voice.

"Both of them?" the figure holding Dex asked. "I thought we only wanted the girl?"

"We can't leave any evidence!" He turned to the second figure, who was already soaking the cloth with a small vial. "You said she only came here alone!"

"She does!"

They'd been watching her.

She watched in horror as the figure covered Dex's mouth and nose with the drugged cloth. His eyes held hers as he struggled against the sedative, but after a minute his head lolled and his body fell limp.

"Get his pendant," the one holding her ordered.

There was an ominous snap as Dex's registry necklace came free in his hand. Then he returned to Sophie, holding the cloth over her face. "Let's try this again."

Her nose burned and her head spun, and the last thing she felt was a tug on her neck as her pendant—her only hope of being tracked down and rescued—was ripped off her neck.