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  “Hello, Allie,” a male voice answered.

  I froze. I recognized that voice, and it wasn’t Emmett.

  “Allie, help please!” I heard Jess scream in the background.

  “What the hell is going on?”

  “I told you to come back to me, but you wouldn’t listen.”

  My stomach dropped. “Toby, please, what’s going on? Why do you have Jess?”

  “You want Jess? Agree to come back to me. That’s all it will take.”

  “Answer me. Why do you have her?”

  “You really don’t get it, do you? We are meant to be together, but you are too blinded to realize it.”

  “Have you lost your mind?”

  “No, but you have. All it takes is a pair of wings to get you in bed, huh?”

  “What?” Had he just said what I thought he did?

  He laughed. “I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet. I thought you were smarter than that.”

  “Figured what out? How did you know about his wings?”

  “I guess I never mentioned my mother’s maiden name, did I?”

  Toby’s mother had been dead since he was a kid. I had no reason to know it. “No, why?”

  “Does Blackwell ring a bell?” My chest clenched. “Are the pieces falling into place, babe?”

  If I hadn’t been sitting down, I would have collapsed. “Wait are you… you can’t be.”

  “I can’t? Why not?”

  “Because it’s impossible. How could I have been with two… this makes no sense.”

  “Why not? Are Levi and I really that different?”

  “But why? And if you wanted me, why not just get me while I was there?”

  “They still haven’t told you how much power you have, have they?” Toby laughed dryly. “If you want Jess back, you’ll come to me willingly. I can almost handle knowing he’s had his hands on you since it’s going to make things even better for us. I promised I could take care of everything, and I never break my promises. I know you think you can’t leave him, but you can, and you will.”

  “Toby? Please.”

  “I’ll be in touch, and when I am, you’re going to come to me.” The line went dead.

  Levi walked in and found me holding the phone in shock.

  “Al, what’s wrong?”

  “They have Jess.”

  “Who does?” He sat down on the bed next to me.

  “The Blackwells.”

  “The Blackwells? Who called you?” He put a hand on my back.

  “Toby. He says he’s a Pteron. A Blackwell.”

  “Your ex-boyfriend?”

  “Levi, why did he say he needs me to come willingly?”

  Levi’s face paled. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not going to him.”

  I shook off my annoyance that he was evading my question again. “We have to get Jess back. I’ll do whatever I have to. I can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me.”

  “We’ll get her back, but you’re not going anywhere.”

  Levi pulled me against him, and I knew that I’d save Jess even if I had to do it alone.

  Books by Alyssa Rose Ivy

  Flight (The Crescent Chronicles, #1)

  Focus (The Crescent Chronicles, #2)

  Derailed (Clayton Falls)

  Veer (Clayton Falls)

  Beckoning Light (The Afterglow Trilogy, #1)

  Perilous Light (The Afterglow Trilogy, #2)

  Keep reading for a preview of Derailed (Clayton Falls), a New Adult Contemporary Romance by Alyssa Rose Ivy. For more information about the Crescent Chronicles and other books by Alyssa Rose Ivy, please visit AlyssaRoseIvy.com.

  Derailed (Clayton Falls)

  Prologue

  The message was only three words, but his failure to respond had changed everything. I need you… Too emotional to speak, I'd stopped at three words. The words were true. I did need him. I needed his arms around me and his reassurances that I’d be okay, that it wasn’t my fault. He hadn’t heard his phone, or so he told me that August when he pleaded over and over with me to forgive him. I couldn't forgive him. My anger was the only thing keeping me from hating myself.

  Chapter One

  I used to love May: the heat and the promise of a long and limitless summer. I’d count down the last weeks of April with excitement, ready for my favorite time of year. The May of my first, and only, year of law school was different. It brought the craving for change—and the need to escape.

  I remember the exact moment I decided to quit law school. It was during contracts only a week before spring exams. The end of my 1L year was in sight, and I should have been excited. My first semester grades placed me firmly in the top 25% of the class, and finishing first year meant I was getting ready to pass a milestone I’d thought about for years. Of course, I should have also been getting ready for an even bigger milestone: my wedding.

  “Ms. Sander, would you care to enlighten us on why the court found the agreement unenforceable?” Professor Willis’s booming bass voice reverberated off the oak-paneled walls of the lecture hall.

  My head snapped up when I heard my name. I’d been reading a website on my laptop and could feel the blood rushing to my face, aware that everyone in the room was probably staring at me. I tried to pull up the case brief I’d cut and pasted from Westlaw that morning. It had been months since I’d bothered to brief a case myself. Instead, I’d been relying on the generic commercial ones our professors had warned us to avoid. My screen froze, and I was out of time. I struggled to remember what unit we were even on. “Lack of consideration?” I half asked.

  “If you didn’t bother to read the case, why did you bother to come to class?” The professor sneered, and I heard light laughter behind me. Traitors. Like I was the only one who didn’t do the reading. I’d spent almost every day of the past nine months with these people, yet they made a joke out of me at the first chance.

  “That’s a good question and one I don’t have the answer to.” I slammed my laptop shut and stuffed it into my backpack, slinging one strap over my shoulder. I picked up my case book and slipped past a roomful of stunned faces as I headed to the door.

  “Where do you think you’re going, Ms. Sander?”

  I paused to think over the question. “I don’t actually know.”

  This time the laugher wasn’t light. It was loud enough that I could still hear it after the door swung closed behind me.

  “Molly! Wait up!” Becca’s heels echoed off the tiled floor of the hallway. I stopped, but didn’t turn around. She didn’t waste any time, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder as soon as she reached me. “What was that all about? Are you doing okay?”

  The genuine concern on Becca’s face mingled with exhaustion from trying to balance a full school schedule with taking care of her ailing mother. I felt a surge of guilt—the only thing I seemed to feel anymore. “You don’t need to worry about me, but I’m done.”

  “Done? What do you mean?” She pushed a stray piece of dark hair behind her ear.

  “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend to care about meaningless cases or that I have any interest in being an attorney.” I sighed; it felt good to say it out loud for once.

  “You don’t have to actually practice law. There are so many other things you can do with a law degree.” She sounded so hopeful and confident; I hated knowing I was going to hurt her.

  “You sound like a career services pamphlet.” Even I could hear the bitterness in my voice.

  “You aren’t really going to quit, are you? We’re almost done with first year. It’s all easier from here on out.” Her voice was soft, but there was some real desperation in it. We were each other’s closest friends, and I knew it scared her to watch me go.

  In theory she was right, but after watching my fiancé Adam stress over making law review, getting the best evaluations from his summer associate positions, and finally land the big firm job, I knew there was still a bumpy ride ahead. I decided to keep the thought
s to myself. No reason to burden her. “I have to do what’s right for me.” Saying the words made me feel bad. I knew I played right into her weak spot. Becca had to be the most supportive person I knew.

  “Okay then, at least finish the semester and take your exams. Then you can take a leave of absence and decide if you want to come back in a year.” It was just like Becca to come up with the reasonable response.

  I understood why she suggested it. I was usually a very rational person, or at least I had been for the past five years. But little by little, the reasonable, rational adult mask I wore fell off, and the unbalanced, risk taking kid showed her face.

  “I can’t. I’m done.” I crossed my arms, both out of habit and to warm myself against the air blasting down from the air conditioning vent.

  “You mean right now? Like you are walking out that door and not coming back?”

  “Yes.” As sudden as the decision was, it wasn’t one I questioned. I’d made up my mind when I walked out of the classroom.

  Becca hugged me, leaning down to pull me close. Even without heels, she towered over my five foot three. “I wish I could help you. I wish I knew how to make it better.” I appreciated that she knew me well enough to know this wasn’t an idle threat. I was leaving.

  “You’ve already done so much.” It was true. Becca had been there for me when, only days before Thanksgiving, I’d gotten the call that brought me to my knees. She had already proven herself an amazing friend through all of undergrad, but she’d taken it to new heights that year.

  “What are you going to do? Where are you going to go?”

  She knew without me telling her that I was leaving Boston. Without school, there was officially nothing left for me in the city.

  “I don’t know.” I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but I went with the first idea that popped into my head. “I’ll probably go home for a while.”

  “Home? You mean to North Carolina?”

  “Yeah… My mom’s not there, so the house is just sitting empty. It could work.”

  “Are you sure an empty house is a good idea for you…” she trailed off, likely noticing the telltale signs that I was about to snap at her.

  “It’s not any worse than an empty apartment. At least I don’t have memories of Adam there.” Of course, lots of other memories waited for me, but they weren’t quite as new or raw.

  “Okay. I know there is no way I’m going to change your mind, so I’m going to go ahead and give you my blessing.”

  I cracked a smile. “Your blessing?”

  “You know what I mean. Maybe this will be what you need. Maybe you’ll finally heal. Promise to stay in touch? You’ll call me?”

  “Of course I will. I’m not leaving the country; it’s just a different state.” It was my turn to hug her. I had trouble letting go.

  She wiped away tears, smearing some of her mascara. “I love ya, Molly.”

  “I love you too.”

  I made myself continue down the hallway before I could take a look back at my friend and lose it completely. I had a fleeting thought of trying to return my casebooks to the bookstore for some cash—lord knew I needed the money—but I didn’t have the strength. I threw my contracts book in the trash, enjoying the thud it made when it hit the bottom of the empty barrel. Putting the second strap of my backpack on my back, I headed out the door for the very last time.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Prologue

  Chapter One