By Elana Johnson. Jag Barque moved with catlike grace. Even the way he waved away someone with an unnecessary question held a fluidity I admired. Finally, when Jag refused to acknowledge me, I turned away with a muffled scoff. It was for the best, really. I reminded myself that I had broken up with him.
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By Elana Johnson. Jag Barque moved with catlike grace. Even the way he waved away someone with an unnecessary question held a fluidity I admired. Finally, when Jag refused to acknowledge me, I turned away with a muffled scoff. It was for the best, really. I reminded myself that I had broken up with him. His empathic genes really pissed me off sometimes. All the time these days.
Instead, I hugged myself and rubbed my hands over my upper arms, pretending to be interested in the conversation taking place next to me. Right, Indy? Lex asked. When I looked at him, I found the glint of knowing in his eyes.
I drew a deep breath in a too-late attempt to mask my irritation at Jag. They had been selected for the mission into the Goodgrounds, and I had not. But I nodded when they did and even pointed to something on the chart Lex had spread across his lap. He flashed me a quick smile, sweeping his shaggy bangs out of his eyes before focusing back on the task at hand. His job was to make sure the border guards in the Goodgrounds had somewhere else to be while the Resistance infiltration team crossed into the forest.
Lex was amazing at his job, and I liked working with him. Ignoring Jag fully now, I truly engaged in the discussion with Lex and Winston. I settled on the arm of the couch and tuned out the hushed conversation around me. Winston sported a hooked nose, and his voice came out too nasal for my taste. But he could run as fast and quiet as a panther, and he knew how to hot-wire anything. Not interested, I replied, leaning over to collect a handful of papers Lex had discarded.
Everything about him was big. His stature, his charisma, his ego. Let him wait, I thought. Not about missions. The mission, I said, and then immediately regretted saying it so fast.
Keep it together, Indy. That definitely meant my stormy silence was about both. Stupid Sloan Washburn. And there was no prize bigger than Jag Barque. But I had seen everything for myself. The loud party music still pounded through my head, and the smell of stale water and rancid body odor still permeated my senses. Jag had been dancing, drawing more than a few appreciative female glances. I remember smiling and breathing in the piney scent of him.
I may have added a bounce to my step and a sway to my hips for him to admire. May have. At the refreshment table, I sipped tepid water and idly chatted with Lex. Every second away from Jag felt too long, filled with minimal oxygen and too much noise. Water splashed my ankles and the movement around me blurred.
I did not want to witness Jag kissing another girl. Especially not Sloan. Pain warred with fury inside my stomach, which cramped against the sight before me. Suddenly Jag turned, jerked away from Sloan and her enviable multilength, multicolored hair, and started through the crowd toward me.
Just as quick, I twisted and sprinted away from the party, leaving my cup on the ground. Better not to give him a chance to pin me with those bright blue eyes.
I stood and leaned against the wall, noting the quick exit of both Winston and Lex. Nothing happened, he said. Not before. Not ever. I just want things to go back to the way they were between us. I want to go on this mission. I placed the papers on the couch in a dangerously controlled manner. Good luck tonight.
I stepped past him, careful to leave a healthy distance between us. Upload Sign In Join. Create a List. Download to App. Length: pages 1 hour. When Jag, the leader of the Resistance, goes missing during a mission, Indy feels like her heart might break. But then Jag returns.
Now that Jag has returned with a new girl at his side, does Indy even have a place in the Resistance? This eBook-exclusive story includes special excerpts from both Possession and Surrender.
Book Preview Regret - Elana Johnson. We need to talk, he said. Is this about the mission? Or Sloan? I never said you were, I replied. I met his eyes for a brief, fury-filled moment. You have no idea what I think. He reached out and put his. Start your free 30 days. Page 1 of 1.
Regret: A Possession Story
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Possession is a young adult dystopian novel trilogy written by Elana Johnson and published by Simon Pulse. The series follows Vi, a rebellious teen girl who is unwilling to follow the rules set out by the oppressive 'Thinkers' yet unable to leave her prospective mate Zenn behind. Vi is a beautiful and rebellious young teen living in a world where people are separated into "Goodies", people who live in the Goodlands and give up their free will in exchange for safety, and "Baddies", those who are willing to live in pollution and danger but retain control over their will and thoughts. While Vi mostly abides by the rules, she will occasionally break a few of them- especially when she's around her approved mate Zenn.