“You’re part of the vanished now. That’s what we all are. The people who have been forgotten.”
Mina Hart fought her way out of Area 14. She made it to The Clans so that she can live a normal life with her friends and her father. But what she finds is no safe haven.
As her best friend turns against her and the Compounders treat her with distrust, Mina begins to suspect foul play at the very heart of her new home. Just to make matters worse, the threat of war is coming. The Clans are turning against each other, and Mina is caught in the middle.
Join Mina as she is reunited with her father, meets new and surprising friends and tries to figure out her complicated love life. The Vanished promises even more rebellion and romance with betrayal just around the corner…
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“Ach,” Stevie protested, “I’m comfy up ‘ere, eh.”
Ali waggled his finger and Stevie swore. But despite his grumbling he obeyed his boss and hopped over the seat into the back. “Fer effs sake, Ali. It’s tighter than a gnats bum back ‘ere.”
The van erupted into laughter, even Ginge joined in; her voice had a surprising sing-song quality to it. Sebastian turned to her in surprise, noticing her for the first time. I felt the blood rise to my cheeks. I’d never heard language like that before.
Mary looked at me and laughed again. It came right up from her belly. “Ye cannae use that language, we’ve company. The poor Blemished lass is turning pink!”
My hands rose to my cheeks. Ali turned to me and grinned, revelling in my embarrassment.
“Carry on,” I said, annoyed by his obvious joy at my discomfort. “It doesn’t bother me. It’s not like I haven’t heard it before.”
“Then why did ye turn the shade of beetroot?” he replied with a small, smug chuckle.
“It’s hot in here,” I said. “You lot are stinking the place out.”
Ali laughed. “Looks like we’ve got one more stubborn than ye, Mary. Get in the front, kid. Chill out fer a bit.”
I clambered over the seat, aware of my ripped tunic which was not designed for climbing around in. I hoped that Reg didn’t get an eyeful of my underwear. I sighed at myself, I needed to get used to this – it was the freedom I’d always wanted after all. Would I ever get used to it? Was I anything more than a Blemished prude?