Chance looked away, but shivers racked his frame.
"The feeling. It's a reaction to . . . you." I stared at Chance. "How? Why?"
Chance's last statement hit me like a sledgehammer.
I could barely speak the words. "What mistake, Chance? What did you do?"
Chance hesitated. Looked from Ben to Hi to Shelton to me. Then he smiled sadly. "You're not the only Virals anymore."
Chance's eyes ignited with molten red light.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.
Exposure would not have been possible without the tireless effort of our super-editor Arianne Lewin at G. P. Putnam's Sons. Thank you for knocking this story into shape. We'd also like to thank our excellent publicist, Elizabeth Zajac, for getting us from place to place, alive and mostly in one piece. Additional ovations, of course, go to everyone at Penguin Young Readers Group. You guys make it all happen. We are forever in your debt.
More plaudits go to Don Weisberg at Penguin and Susan Sandon at Random House UK. You saw the potential of the series first, and we thank you for believing in Tory and her crazy pack. We also must must must thank Jennifer Rudolph Walsh and the folks at William Morris Endeavor Entertainment for everything that they do. You connect all the dots. We appreciate the results.
Last, but certainly not least, an emphatic thank-you to our loyal readers. You are the point of everything that we do. Cheers!.
Also by Kathy Reichs and Brendan Reichs.
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