Resistance (Replica Trilogy Series #2)

Resistance (Replica Trilogy Series #2)

by Jenna Black
Resistance (Replica Trilogy Series #2)

Resistance (Replica Trilogy Series #2)

by Jenna Black

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Resistance is the second installment in acclaimed author Jenna Black's YA SF romance series.

Nate Hayes is a Replica.

The real Nate was viciously murdered, but thanks to Paxco's groundbreaking human replication technology, a duplicate was created that holds all of the personality and the memories of the original. Or...almost all. Nate's backup didn't extend to the days preceding his murder, leaving him searching for answers about who would kill him, and why. Now, after weeks spent attempting to solve his own murder with the help of his best friend and betrothed, Nadia Lake, Nate has found the answers he was seeking...and he doesn't like what he's discovered.

The original Nate was killed because he knew a secret that could change everything. Thanks to Nadia's quick thinking, the two of them hold the cards now—or think they do.

Unfortunately, neither of them fully understands just how deep the conspiracy runs.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780765333728
Publisher: Tor Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/11/2014
Series: Replica Trilogy Series , #2
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 368
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.82(d)
Lexile: 1000L (what's this?)
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

JENNA BLACK received her Bachelor of Arts in physical anthropology and French from Duke University. She is the author of the Faeriewalker series for teens as well as the Morgan Kingsley urban fantasy series.

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"you can't be serious!" Nadia told her mother.

She tried to keep her voice level and calm despite a stab of panic. She'd known her life would never be the same after what had happened, and she'd known that being summoned to her mother's private study hadn't boded well, but nothing could have prepared her for the bombshell that had just exploded in her face.

Esmeralda Lake sat rigidly on the edge of the sofa. "It will only be for a week," she said, but the promise was hardly comforting, especially when her expression was so forbidding. "Two at the most. Just until some of the ... furor ... dies down."

"You don't think sending me to an Executive retreat is going to fuel the fire?" Nadia asked incredulously. Retreats billed themselves as relaxing spas, places a busy Executive might go to for a quick break from the stresses of life. There was no press allowed, and there was no access to the net, or even to telephones, allowing said stressed-out Executive to experience an unparalleled escape from the troubles of the world. Which all sounded nice in theory, but everyone knew Executives went to retreats to escape some kind of scandal. You went to a retreat when the press found out you had a drug problem, or when you'd been caught cheating on your husband, or when you were having a nervous breakdown. You went there to hide, because you had something to be ashamed of.

"You were arrested for treason, Nadia!" her mother snapped. "Everyone has seen the footage of you being marched through the lobby in chains. Our only hope of quieting the gossip is to get you out of the public eye."

"But I was exonerated!" Nadia protested. "I didn't do anything wrong." She paced in front of the sofa on which her mother sat, having sprung from her own seat the moment Esmeralda had told her she was being sent away. The idea of being locked in a retreat, away from her friends and family, unable to contact anyone — and unable to find out what was happening in the outside world — made her feel dizzy and slightly nauseous. She had escaped execution only because she, with some help from her sister, Gerri, had recorded the Chairman admitting not only that he'd had his own son killed, but also that he was providing human test subjects for Thea, the world's first true artificial intelligence, to experiment on. But if the Chairman ever located the recordings, she would be in mortal danger, and behind the walls of a retreat, she'd never even know it.

"Don't be such a child," her mother said, showing no sign of sympathy. "Whether you did anything wrong or not is irrelevant, and you know it. It's the perception that matters."

Unfortunately, Nadia did know that. Despite her being publicly exonerated, people would want to believe Nadia had done something to bring it on herself. The idea that a completely innocent person might have been arrested and humiliated as Nadia had been didn't sit well with Paxco's elite, and if they could convince themselves Nadia was guilty of something, even if it was just stupidity, they would all sleep better at night.

"Please don't make me go," Nadia begged, knowing it was a lost cause. Her mother had decided before Nadia had set foot in the room, and there was no changing her mind.

Esmeralda's eyes softened, but only a little bit. "It won't be so bad. After everything that's happened, a little time away from it all will do you good. And Tranquility is truly a beautiful facility, especially at this time of year. Their gardens are breathtaking."

"How would you know?" Nadia challenged. "Did your family send you there to hide you away like a shameful secret?"

A part of her knew she was being unfair to her mother. From Esmeralda's standpoint, sending Nadia to a retreat for a week or two was the obvious choice. Without her presence in the public eye, the press would gossip itself out and then lose interest as soon as the next scandal occurred. There would be murmurings when Nadia reemerged, but nothing like the feeding frenzy that was happening now. If Nadia weren't so painfully aware of how precarious her situation was — and how dangerous it would be for her not to know what was going on in the outside world — she might even have had to reluctantly agree that spending some time at Tranquility was just the thing.

"Enough!" Esmeralda said firmly. "You're going, and that's final. You can be as angry with me as you like, but I'm doing this for your own good. Your whole future is at stake here, and we have to be smart about managing the damage control."

Nadia's eyes burned with tears she refused to shed. Yesterday, she had engaged in a battle of wills against the Chairman of Paxco and his sadistic hatchet man, and she'd won. Against her mother, however, there was no victory to be had.

"Fine," she said as her shoulders slumped in defeat. "When do I leave?"

"I've arranged a car for you at four o'clock."

This just got better and better. She'd hoped she'd have at least a few hours — long enough for Gerri to get home from work so that Nadia could have another conversation with her. They'd spoken briefly this morning, and Nadia had urged her sister not listen to the blackmail recordings. She'd promised to explain the why of it tonight when they had more time, though she was still unsure what she could say to keep Gerri's curiosity in check.

Nadia hoped Gerri would follow her instructions even without knowing why. Knowing the Chairman's terrible secret was just too dangerous, and Nadia had to keep the information — and the recordings — deeply hidden. Even from her own family.

"How am I supposed to pack for a week or two in thirty minutes?" Nadia asked.

Her mother looked surprised. "That's not how retreats work, dear. They'll provide everything you need."

"You're telling me I can't take anything with me?" Panic was making her light-headed. At least if she was packing a suitcase, she could try to smuggle a phone in with her. Something, anything, to keep her in touch with the outside world.

Her mother put her hands on Nadia's shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "It will be all right," she said, and there was true warmth in her voice for the first time since Nadia had set foot in her study. "I know a week seems like forever at your age, but it will be over before you know it. And maybe you'll like it there. You never know."

But Nadia did know.

Her mother was making a genuine effort to soften the blow, but she'd never exactly been the nurturing sort, and it didn't come naturally to her. It was not an oversight that Nadia's father wasn't present for this conversation. He must have agreed to Esmeralda's plan, but he would have had trouble holding firm in the face of Nadia's distress. So he just avoided the whole thing and left it to his wife. Nadia tried not to hate him for it.

She couldn't think of anything to say. Nothing that she wouldn't regret later, at least. Without another word, she broke away from her mother's hold and marched toward her bedroom. She might not be allowed to bring anything with her, but she had some arrangements to make before she left, and she had less than thirty minutes to do it.

The Tranquility Executive Retreat was located on Long Island on thirty acres of beautifully cultivated, ridiculously expensive land. Most Executive retreats were located upstate, the better to isolate their guests, both from the press and from society in general. Executives who went to upstate retreats generally didn't leave, nor did they receive many visitors, having disgraced their families and friends with whatever scandal had caused them to enter the retreat in the first place. Tranquility was for Executives who could still be reclaimed into society, and whose family members wanted convenient access for visits.

Her mother bid her a chilly farewell, and Nadia was hardly feeling warmer herself. Understanding why her mother was sending her away didn't make the sting of it hurt any less. And the fact that she was being whisked away so quickly, without having a chance to say good-bye in person to anyone but her mother, didn't do much for her peace of mind, either.

She managed a quick phone call with Gerri before leaving. "Please remember what I told you this morning," she said vaguely. "Please promise me. I'll explain when I can."

Gerri didn't like it one bit — she had to be dying of curiosity, if nothing else — but she got the message and made the reluctant promise.

Nate hadn't answered his phone, so Nadia was forced to leave him a message. She was just going to have to trust him to protect their secret — and to find a way to contact her and let her know if the worst should happen and the Chairman found the recordings.

When Nadia's limo approached, the small cluster of reporters who'd chosen to stake out the garage entrance perked up, snapping pictures wildly. The limo, of course, had tinted windows, so all they were getting was a photograph of a car, but that didn't seem to discourage them. Several of them charged the limo and knocked on the glass, shouting questions. Another stood directly in the limo's path to block the way. Blocking the car was illegal, and one of the security officers who'd been assigned to control the press started forward to remove the obstacle. However, Nadia's driver was apparently under strict orders not to stop for any reason. When the reporter stepped into his way, he didn't lessen his speed. The reporter had to dive to the side before the security officer could remove him. Nadia wondered how that little drama was going to play with the media.

About eighty minutes later, the limo pulled up to the massive iron gates of Tranquility's entrance, and Nadia got her first look at the facility that she hoped would be her home for no more than one week.

The gates were closed and guarded by a security booth, which housed two security guards. Stretching out from both sides of the gates was an iron fence about seven feet tall. Each fence post was topped by a fleur-de-lis, the center of which looked wickedly sharp and forbidding. The decoration did little to hide the reality that the fence was meant to keep unwanted visitors — like the press — out. The limo drove through, and Nadia shivered at the suspicion that the fence worked just as well at keeping guests in.

Nadia couldn't see the facility itself from the entrance. The driveway curved shortly past the gates, and a wall of trees that ran parallel to the fence blocked everything beyond from view. No reporter with a zoom lens would intrude on the privacy of those who took refuge behind this retreat's walls.

Nadia swallowed a lump of dread that formed in her throat when she looked over her shoulder and saw the gates closing behind her.

"One week," she murmured to herself under her breath. "Two at most."

The reminder would have been more comforting if Nadia could actually believe it. Her parents might think of her stay here as something harmless and temporary, but when Chairman Hayes found out, Nadia was sure he would do his utmost to ensure that the retreat served as a permanent solution to his problem. After all, what damage could Nadia do to him when she was to all intents and purposes imprisoned, allowed no contact with the outside world?

The grounds the limo wended its way through were lovely, as advertised. Flowerbeds bursting with out-of-season blooms lined the driveway and surrounded white gravel walking paths. In the relatively short drive from the gate to the front drive, Nadia saw no fewer than three pristine white gazebos and two artfully placed ponds, one with water lilies, one without. No doubt the decorative gardens and paths continued all the way around the building.

Tranquility's main building was a modern reinterpretation of a classic Gothic mansion. It had all the turrets, peaks, and gables associated with the Gothic style, but they were fashioned of steel and glass rather than stone and wood. The effect might have been cold and sterile, if it weren't for the profusion of flowers growing on trellises and in window boxes. In her present state of mind, Nadia couldn't quite persuade herself to think of the place as inviting, but it was at least making an effort.

As the limo pulled up to the curb at the front entrance, a woman in khaki trousers and a powder-blue shirt adorned with the Tranquility logo exited the building and descended the short set of stone steps, smiling brightly in Nadia's general direction, though of course she couldn't see through the tinted windows.

"Here we are, Miss," the driver said unnecessarily as he put the limo in park. No doubt he was preparing to get out and open Nadia's door for her, but the woman beat him to it.

"Thank you," Nadia said to the driver, feeling awkward. Ordinarily, she would tip him after such a long drive, but her mother had insisted she couldn't bring a purse. He touched the brim of his hat and nodded.

"You must be Nadia," the woman said, her smile so wide and bright it made Nadia's cheeks ache in sympathy. "My name is Marigold, but you can call me Mari. Welcome to Tranquility!"

"Um, thanks," Nadia said, for lack of a better response. She wanted to yell at her driver to hit the accelerator and get her out of here, but that wasn't an option, so she reluctantly climbed out of the car.

"You're going to have a wonderful time here," Mari gushed, taking Nadia's arm and steering her up the steps.

Nadia sincerely doubted that, and she couldn't help casting a longing glance over her shoulder as the limo drove away. She was now officially stuck here until her parents chose to send for her.

If Mari noticed Nadia's melancholy, she chose to ignore it. "Let's get you checked in, and then I'll show you around and help you get oriented."

Mari led Nadia to an elegant locker room, decorated with brass and marble and more of the ubiquitous flowers. Several of the lockers had electronic key cards sticking out of them, and Mari opened one of those for Nadia, handing the card to her.

"You can change out of your street clothes here," Mari said cheerfully. She pointed into the locker. "You can choose a robe, or a pants and tunic combo, whichever you prefer. Everything's your size and super comfortable."

"You mean I'm not even allowed to wear my own clothes?" Nadia asked in dismay. She hadn't thought through exactly what it meant that she hadn't been allowed to bring luggage.

Mari's smile didn't dim. "The goal here at Tranquility is for our guests to leave the outside world behind entirely. You don't have to dress to impress here. You just have to be comfortable."

Nadia crossed her arms over her chest. She'd hardly call her casual pants and knit top "dressing to impress," although, of course, they were of the highest quality and custom-made by a top designer. "I'm perfectly comfortable dressed the way I am."

She'd kind of hoped her obstinacy would crack Mari's maniacally cheerful demeanor, but it didn't. "Trust me, your spa wardrobe will be even more comfortable. Once you put it on, you'll never want to take it off."

In the past, Nadia had always been dutiful and obedient, as befitted an Executive girl. A girl in her position, slated to marry the Chairman Heir while still not old enough to make a legally binding agreement, couldn't afford to set a foot wrong, and she'd had that drilled into her head for as long as she could remember. Not that long ago, she would have done as she was told without protest, but she was tired of doing what she was told. Being dutiful and obedient hadn't stopped her from being embroiled in this awful mess.

"I prefer to wear my own clothes," she said, putting all the stubbornness in her core into the words.

For the first time, Mari's smile faltered just a little. Her facial expression didn't change much, but her eyes were somehow a shade less warm.

"You will not be allowed into the facilities in street clothes," Mari explained patiently. "Proper attire is required if you want to use the pool, the spa, the gym, or any of our dining facilities. You'll miss out on all the features that make a stay at Tranquility relaxing and enjoyable."

Nadia couldn't care less about the recreational opportunities she might be missing out on. However ... "Are you telling me I can't get any food if I'm wearing my own clothes?"

"You will not be permitted into the dining hall or into the cafes if you aren't properly dressed, and I'm afraid we don't provide room service." A sharp edge had entered her voice, and Nadia knew she was well on her way to making an enemy.


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