WE DON’T DIE ONCE
CHAPTER 46 I didn’t go to class the next day. There didn’t seem to be a point. I lay on my bed with the blinds drawn and the world shut out. The air felt too still, like the room was waiting for me to shatter. Or combust. Or vanish back into the ether that I apparently came from. You’d think finding out you’re a copy of a dead girl—designed in a lab and rebooted like a corrupted hard drive—would come with some kind of warning. A tremor in the sky. A scream in your lungs. Anything. But instead, it was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your temples and reminds you of how human you aren’t. Sometime around noon, someone knocked on my door. I didn’t move. Let them knock. “Jasmine,” a voice called. Not Jace. Not anyone I recognized. Soft. Male. Steady. “We need t
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