I really really really want to be reading stories right now, but I was in a typing mood, and I figured if I didn't write this up now, you guys wouldn't get it for a very, very long time.

YOU PEEPS NEED TO TELL ME Whose POV YOU WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER TO BE IN!

OH! JUST SO YOU GUYS KNOW, I'M GIVING UP GOING TO THE BOOKSTORE RIGHT NOW TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU. MAXIMUM RIDE 4 IS CALLING ME!

Ok, on with the story!

Talon's POV

Flashback to last chapter

There, on my thumb was the two-inch scar I got when I was two and tried to fly down the stairs. I ended up hitting the picture of the Flock instead.

There it was on Angel's hand.

I brought my other hand up to find Angel's, trying hopelessly to find something I had that she didn't.

There on my knuckles were purple scars from punching the water fountain.

There they were on Angel's hand.

"Oh Talon." I jerked my head up to meet Angel's worried gaze.

"There's so much they didn't tell you."

End Flashback

I slowly traced the scars on Angel's hands before looking down at my own.

"Angel? What's going on?" I automatically sounded defensive as I traced her hands.

"Talon, have you ever heard the term 'soul-mate'?" Angel asked me cautiously as she swiped a stray strand of hair away from her eyes.

"Duh. Everyone has. What does that have to do with me, you, and whitecoats?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Talon, don't get mad at me."

"I'm not mad…I'm processing the non-existent information you're giving me." I snapped at her.

"Talon, stop. Breathe. Listen. The whitecoats were running out of money. That's what happens when you run experiments no one can know about. So they started their own version of eHarmony. Except their version is guaranteed to work."

"That's stupid. Dating services never work right." I glared at my shoe.

"That's where the science comes in. They're not just helping people find their soul mates anymore. They're making soul mates."

"What?"

"They're creating people who are perfectly matched. Not just their souls, but their bodies too. It's this whole new idea of 'make-a-perfect-race' kinda thing." Angel looked up at me.

"So what does this have to do with me?" I felt my heart speed up as I awaited Angel's answer.

"Geez, Talon. You're supposed to be the smart one, aren't you? Figure it out."

She said as she raised her hand to mine. Only this time I didn't notice the scars. I noticed how her hand fit perfectly into mine, every crease and groove in my hand matched hers.

"I was born too early, Talon."

"What?" I was too busy looking at our hands to really listen.

"I was made for you, Talon." Angel lifted up her bright blue eyes to meet mine.

Talk about a turn-on sentence.

Sorry for cutting it off so short, but I'm working on the next chapter right now! I love Spring Break!

I can't believe it's been over a month since I last updated…I feel like such a bad person…sorry. I should update at least once more this week, and then more frequently after then. It's just…usually when I write, I don't have to think at all about what I'm typing. Now I'm overthinking everything, and it's messing my chapter up.

OOOOOHHHHHH! I just finished The Final Warning! It's short, but amazing!