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Nudge POV

I've never felt more relieved than when Fang landed in the front yard. Max and Fang were always the ones who actually knew what they were doing, and though I'd never admit it to him, having him there made me feel way safer.

Of course, being Fang, he just had to bring that Maya creep with him. Max would die… wait no, not thinking that sorta idiom. Well, I think it's an idiom. Maybe that's a metaphor… or a hyperbole? Whatever, it's not like I went to school for more than like a month.

Fang walked toward me- I was on the front porch at the time- with his casual air of "I totally know what I'm doing." He paused on the stairs. He seemed to look at me, but in a way that showed me he didn't really see me. He must be more worried than I thought.

"How is she?" He said.

I hesitated. Where to begin, right? "Um… she could be better."

Fang looked at me for what felt like eternity, and then shoved me aside and strode into the house. That would have been fine if it didn't leave me with that clone. I used to be fine with Maya, but Max never liked her. And right now, I would side with Max over anyone.

She frowned at me, probably upset that Fang just walked out like that on her. Pity on her, except not really. "You're Nudge, right?" I rolled my eyes inwardly. The girl knew perfectly who I was, she would've had to. I mean, she pretended to be Max for God's sake.

I gave her my best sarcastic smile (I learned it from Max). "Yep. And you're that chick who betrayed us and pretended to be Max, right?"

Maya scowled at me. Dang, she looked like Max. It could be difficult to mean to her, if the Max situation hadn't put me in such a terrible mood. "Get over yourself." She said, easily killing- no, murdering- any sympathy I had for my sister's clone. "You're acting like- wait, I'm sorry. You are a child."

Like I said, not my favorite person.

Fang POV

I almost ran into the building after talking to Nudge. I knew I'd been rude, but she'd forgive me. Max was in danger. Nothing else mattered. When I finally reached her bedroom- obviously hers, no one else had a closed door- I burst in ASAP.

I caught my breath. Max laid there, covers pulled up to her chest. She was in a pretty white tank top, her silky hair was spread out like a fan around her head, and her skin… it was the color of the printer paper.

I just had time to murmur "No…" before I fell to my knees at the side of her bed. "Max," I whispered, barely audible. "Max, no. Don't you dare do this to me. I'm sorry I left, truly I am. Max…" I bowed my head, and gently put my hand on her cold-as-ice chin. "Max, I love you. Don't leave me. I love you."