Jamie Grey’s Ultraviolet Catastrophe released on September 24. If you haven’t had a chance to check it out yet, here’s an excerpt:
I chewed my lip as Major Grant’s explanation started weaving through my brain. It all matched up with what Dad had hinted at. So far. “Branston was doing horrible experiments. To me, that’s a perfect reason Dad’d take me and run. Why hold a spot for me at the school?”
“That’s classified information. What I can say is that just because your dad wasn’t a good fit for Branston, doesn’t mean you aren’t.”
“Uh-uh. I need more answers than it’s classified.”
“Come with me, Lexie. Let me show you Branston firsthand. If you don’t like it, we’ll send you back to Quantum High, no hard feelings.” He smiled reassuringly.
I frowned. How stupid did he think I was?
“I’m sorry you think that, Lexie,” he said, like he was reading my mind. Grant pulled a syringe of clear liquid from his pocket. The Branston logo was etched into the glass vial. “This serum is something I created just for you. It will disable the tracking nanobots QT injected you with, so they won’t be able to find you or wipe you. You’ll be safe.”
I shook my head. “They weren’t tracking bots, and I don’t want anything to do with Branston. Or you.”
Grant frowned and sighed. “Poor Lexie. Lied to again. I’d hoped we could do this the easy way.” His hand shot out and grabbed my arm, and with his free hand, he flicked the cover off the syringe and jammed it into my bicep.
Fire exploded through my arm, and I let out a yelp, bucking and jerking against his grip. But his fingers felt like steel against my skin, and a moment later, everything went fuzzy.
He got to his feet, bringing me with him. “We’re going to take a little trip, Alexa. I think it’s time you experience Branston for yourself.” He slipped an arm around me, holding me firmly to his side.
My head swam from whatever drugs he’d injected, and my muscles felt rubbery. I could barely hold myself upright as he pulled me toward the front door.
“Lexie? Everything alright?” Coco asked, her eyes widening with concern.
Grant nodded as we passed. “She’s not feeling well. I’m taking her outside for some air.”
I tried to struggle against him, but it felt like too much work. “Let me go,” I yelled, but my voice was barely a whisper.
“Muscle weakness is a side effect of the drugs as they destroy the nanobots. You’ll feel fine in a few minutes.” Grant smiled down at me. “I wish you wouldn’t struggle. You’re going to love Branston.”
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