By James Patterson
Max experience and her top pals have regularly had one another's backs. No. subject. What. dwelling at the area as fugitives, they by no means had a decision. yet now they are up opposed to a dangerous strength that is racing around the globe, and simply after they want him the most--Fang is long past. he is developing his personal gang that may substitute everyone--including Max.
Max is heartbroken over wasting Fang, her soul mate. Her closest pal. yet with Dylan prepared and prepared to struggle via her part, and he or she can now not deny that his brilliant depth attracts her in. Max, Dylan, and the remainder of their buddies needs to quickly sign up for forces with Fang and his new gang for an explosive showdown in Paris that is in contrast to something you have ever imagined . . . or read.
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Three, two, one… With precise timing, Fang sprang out from the darkness. But there was no one there. What the? Before Fang knew what was happening, the guy had shoved him against the wall, a knife at his throat. “No one sneaks up on me, friend,” the hooded figure whispered into Fang’s ear. ” Fang always kept cool, but he couldn’t help letting a smile come to his lips. This guy was good. He was quick and strong and scary. Fang was going to need someone with those qualities on his team. But he wouldn’t let himself be subdued so easily, and certainly not by a mere candidate.
Dylan shook his head. “Sorry—I’m not going back with you. I’ve gotta find what’s left of Hans and the plane. ” “I’d feel better if you had an x-ray,” my mom protested. “Later,” Dylan promised. “There’s no way I can let this go. ” I understood where he was coming from. There were so many ifs, buts, and maybes in our topsy-turvy world, it was comforting to nail down as many details as possible. Even if that meant finding his unquestionably evil creator in pieces. ” my mom said, her face drawn with pain.
Above me, Fang watched, expressionless. In disbelief, I realized that he wasn’t here to help me after all; he wasn’t going to break through the window to save me. I writhed on the shiny linoleum floor, losing consciousness. Fang didn’t have my back. Not this time. I felt like I was I falling again. Instinct made me scramble to grab on to something, anything. My fingers latched on to a small, hard branch. As I gasped for air, my eyes popped open, and I realized I was near the top of a tall pine tree—not in a dog crate, not back at the School.