Revelations

by Melinda Metz

Overview

From the author of the Roswell High series, a teen who can read the thoughts of others has her own mind invaded by someone who is trying to kill her.
 
Rae isn’t the only one with special powers. And she’s about to be outdone by someone even stronger than she imagined.
 
Just when Rae thought she could go back to being a normal teenager again—well, as normal as a teen who uses touch to read people’s minds can be—she finds herself struggling. And not because of what happened with Anthony, the friend she was falling for, the boy who betrayed her. No, this problem might be worse than her wounded heart. She keeps having these dangerous thoughts about harming herself. Only this time she isn’t reading someone else’s mind. Instead, someone is putting notions into her head. Someone who is desperately trying to kill her . . .
 
Praise for Gifted Touch
 
“[A] fast pace and original premise.” —Publishers Weekly
 
“This engaging mystery conveys themes of self-discovery and self-acceptance within a classic whodunit framework.” —School Library Journal

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781504088664
Publisher:	Open Road Media
Publication date:	09/26/2023
Series:	Fingerprints
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	185
File size:	1 MB
Age Range:	12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Melinda Metz is the author of over sixty books for teens and middle-grade readers, including the YA series Roswell High and Echoes (originally published as Fingerprints). She has worked on TV shows such as Roswell (based on her series) and Missing. Melinda lives in Concord, North Carolina with her dog, Scully.
Melinda Metz is the author of more than sixty books for teens and middle-grade readers, including the YA series Roswell High and Fingerprints. She has worked on TV shows such as Roswell, which was based on her series and Missing. Metz lives in Concord, North Carolina, with her dog, Scully.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Okay, you can do this, Rae Voight thought. You have to do this. She peered down the hallway she knew Anthony would use to get to the cafeteria. She didn't want to see Anthony. Not now. Not ever. Which was why she'd been avoiding him for days. But she had to talk to him. He had a right to know how things had ended. Until she told him, she couldn't get on with her life. And that's all she wanted. To get on with her normal-girl life withher so-far-above-normal-former-ex-boyfriend Marcus Salkow.

Thinking of Marcus made her feel all cozy, like she'd been wrapped in her favorite fuzzy blanket. A few minutes with Anthony, then it can be all Marcus all the time, Rae promised herself. She took another look down the hall. Come on, Anthony, come on, she thought. I want to get this over with.

An electric tingle ran down Rae's spine. And a moment later she saw Anthony heading toward her. It was like the rest of her body recognized him before her eyes did. Except no. No. There was no reason for a surge of energy to run through her just because Anthony Fascinelli was in the vicinity.

Rae nervously fluffed her curly, reddish brown hair. She wished she'd worn shoes with higher heels. It would feel good to be taller than Anthony during this conversation. Maybe she should wait until tomorrow and --

No, Rae ordered herself. You are doing this. Right here. Right now. “Anthony,” she called out before she could change her mind. He reached her way too quickly. She wasn't ready. She --

“Steve Mercer is dead,” she blurted. “So no one's after me anymore. I just wanted you to know because . . . because in a way he was after you, too, since youwere helping me. So thanks. And have a nice life.”

Anthony blinked. “Back up,” he demanded, staring at her as if she were speaking another language. “Who is Steve Mercer?”

Like you care, Rae wanted to scream at him. Instead she pulled in a long, slow breath. Somehow it had all blurred together in her mind . . . what Anthony knew and what he didn't know. Maybe because she was trying her hardest not to know any of it anymore, to just forget it had ever happened.

“Steve Mercer was a scientist,” she explained. “He was in charge of that group my mother was in.”

“Right. The group,” Anthony agreed. He paused. “Hold on -- a scientist? I don't get it. What exactly was the group about?”

Rae swallowed. Why couldn't Anthony just let her get through this quickly?

“The group was -- they were people who had some kind of special ability,” she said. She glanced around the hallway almost out of habit, then reminded herself that no one was after her anymore. “And Mercer's job was to get the people in the group to develop major psi powers,” she continued, focusing her gaze back on Anthony. “Drugs, radiation, shock treatment -- you name it, Steve did it to them. To my mom,” she added in a softer voice.

“And it worked,” Anthony said, his brown eyes wide in amazement.

“Yeah, it worked so well that I ended up . . . you know,” Rae said. “And that's why Mercer was after me. I guess the guy went kind of nuts. He decided that what he'd done to the members of the group was dangerous to society. So he basically went on a little killing spree. He killed my mom and at least one other person from the group. Maybe more. And he watched the kids who were born after the experiment. Watched us our whole lives. When he saw that I had been affected, he decided he needed to kill me, too.”

Rae shook her head hard. “But you don't need to know all this. What you need to know is that it's over. Mercer's dead. Guys from the government agency that funded the experiments killed him. So no one's going to be attempting to massacre me again. No one's going to get kidnapped.”

“That's great. That's so freakin' great.” Anthony reached for her. Rae jumped away, scraping her back against the corner of the trophy case behind her. How could he even think of touching her after what he'd done to her?

“Freakin' great,” Rae repeated. “Yeah. Exactly. So what I wanted to tell you is your life can go back to normal. Yours and Yana's.” The name Yana felt like it was made of razor blades. Rae was surprised her mouth didn't start bleeding the second she'd gotten the name out.

“Rae . . . I . . .” Anthony jammed his hands into his pockets. “I should have told you that Yana and I had hooked up. I shouldn't have -- ”

“What?” Rae interrupted. “Shouldn't have destroyed my little sweet-sixteen birthday dinner by showing up with Yana?”

“It's not like you and I were ever -- ” Anthony began to protest.

“I thought we were friends,” Rae interrupted. “That's what I thought we were. And then you got together with Yana just so I'd know how it felt to have someone go behind my back. Even though I only looked for your dad because I wanted to help, and I didn't even send Yana's dad that stupid letter.”

“The letter about treating Yana better? What does that have to do with -- ”

“Yes, that letter. Don't bother pretending to be so innocent, Anthony,” Rae cut in again. “I know you and Yana got together as payback. She told me. She thought I went behind her back with the letter, so she decided to go behind mine. And you went along for the ride.” “You just assume I was in on it, right?” Anthony said, his voice flat. “You don't even ask me. You just assume. Because that's just the kind of thing I'd do... Fingerprints #6: Revelations. Copyright © by Melinda Metz. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.