Elias reels back, shock etched into his eyes. Light flickers in the tunnel. Three torches bob swiftly toward us.
“Soldiers coming.” The creature whirls to face me. “I’ll kill them for you, honey-eyed girl. Lay their throats open. I already led away the others following you, back in the tunnel. I’ll do it again. If you give me your silver. He wants it. He’ll reward us if we bring it to him.”
Who in the skies is he ? I don’t ask, only bring up my dagger in response.
“Stupid human!” The girl clenches her fists. “He’ll get it from you. He’ll find a way.” She turns toward the tunnel. “Elias Veturius!” I flinch. Her scream is so loud they probably heard her in Antium. “Elias Vetu—”
Her words die as Elias’s scim rips through her heart. “ Efrit efrit of the cave ,” he says. Her body slides off the weapon and lands with a solid thump, like a boulder falling. “Likes the dark but fears the blade.”
“Old rhyme.” He sheathes his scim. “Never realized how handy it was until recently.”
Elias grabs my hand, and we bolt into the unlit tunnel. Maybe through some miracle, the soldiers didn’t hear the girl. Maybe they didn’t see us. Maybe, maybe—
No such luck. I hear a shout and the thunder of bootsteps behind us.
CHAPTER TWO Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Dedication Maps Part One: Flight Chapter One: Laia Chapter Two: Elias Chapter Three: Laia Chapter Four: Elias Chapter Five: Helene Chapter Six: Laia Chapter Seven: Elias Chapter Eight: Helene Chapter Nine: Laia Chapter Ten: Elias Chapter Eleven: Helene Chapter Twelve: Laia Chapter Thirteen: Elias Chapter Fourteen: Helene Chapter Fifteen: Laia Chapter Sixteen: Elias Chapter Seventeen: Laia Chapter Eighteen: Elias Chapter Nineteen: Helene Chapter Twenty: Laia Chapter Twenty-One: Elias Chapter Twenty-Two: Laia Chapter Twenty-Three: Elias Chapter Twenty-Four: Helene Part Two: North Chapter Twenty-Five: Elias Chapter Twenty-Six: Helene Chapter Twenty-Seven: Laia Chapter Twenty-Eight: Helene Chapter Twenty-Nine: Laia Chapter Thirty: Elias Chapter Thirty-One: Helene Chapter Thirty-Two: Laia Part Three: The Dark Prison Chapter Thirty-Three: Elias Chapter Thirty-Four: Helene Chapter Thirty-Five: Laia Chapter Thirty-Six: Elias Chapter Thirty-Seven: Laia Chapter Thirty-Eight: Elias Chapter Thirty-Nine: Helene Chapter Forty: Laia Chapter Forty-One: Elias Chapter Forty-Two: Helene Chapter Forty-Three: Laia Chapter Forty-Four: Elias Chapter Forty-Five: Laia Part Four: Unmade Chapter Forty-Six: Elias Chapter Forty-Seven: Helene Chapter Forty-Eight: Laia Chapter Forty-Nine: Elias Chapter Fifty: Helene Chapter Fifty-One: Laia Chapter Fifty-Two: Elias Chapter Fifty-Three: Helene Chapter Fifty-Four: Laia Chapter Fifty-Five: Elias Chapter Fifty-Six: Helene Chapter Fifty-Seven: Laia Acknowledgments About the Author Also by Sabaa Tahir About the Publisher
Elias Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Dedication Maps Part One: Flight Chapter One: Laia Chapter Two: Elias Chapter Three: Laia Chapter Four: Elias Chapter Five: Helene Chapter Six: Laia Chapter Seven: Elias Chapter Eight: Helene Chapter Nine: Laia Chapter Ten: Elias Chapter Eleven: Helene Chapter Twelve: Laia Chapter Thirteen: Elias Chapter Fourteen: Helene Chapter Fifteen: Laia Chapter Sixteen: Elias Chapter Seventeen: Laia Chapter Eighteen: Elias Chapter Nineteen: Helene Chapter Twenty: Laia Chapter Twenty-One: Elias Chapter Twenty-Two: Laia Chapter Twenty-Three: Elias Chapter Twenty-Four: Helene Part Two: North Chapter Twenty-Five: Elias Chapter Twenty-Six: Helene Chapter Twenty-Seven: Laia Chapter Twenty-Eight: Helene Chapter Twenty-Nine: Laia Chapter Thirty: Elias Chapter Thirty-One: Helene Chapter Thirty-Two: Laia Part Three: The Dark Prison Chapter Thirty-Three: Elias Chapter Thirty-Four: Helene Chapter Thirty-Five: Laia Chapter Thirty-Six: Elias Chapter Thirty-Seven: Laia Chapter Thirty-Eight: Elias Chapter Thirty-Nine: Helene Chapter Forty: Laia Chapter Forty-One: Elias Chapter Forty-Two: Helene Chapter Forty-Three: Laia Chapter Forty-Four: Elias Chapter Forty-Five: Laia Part Four: Unmade Chapter Forty-Six: Elias Chapter Forty-Seven: Helene Chapter Forty-Eight: Laia Chapter Forty-Nine: Elias Chapter Fifty: Helene Chapter Fifty-One: Laia Chapter Fifty-Two: Elias Chapter Fifty-Three: Helene Chapter Fifty-Four: Laia Chapter Fifty-Five: Elias Chapter Fifty-Six: Helene Chapter Fifty-Seven: Laia Acknowledgments About the Author Also by Sabaa Tahir About the Publisher
Three auxes and four legionnaires, fifteen yards behind us. As I race ahead, I whip my head around to gauge their progress. Make that six auxes, five legionnaires, and twelve yards.
More of the Empire’s soldiers will pour into the catacombs with every second that passes. By now, a runner has carried the message to neighboring patrols, and the drums will spread the alert throughout Serra: Elias Veturius spotted in the tunnels. All squads respond. The soldiers don’t need to be sure of my identity; they will hunt us down regardless.
I take a sharp left down a side tunnel, pulling Laia with me, my mind careening from thought to thought. Shake them off quickly, while you still can. Otherwise …
No , the Mask within hisses. Stop and kill them. Only eleven of them. Easy. Could do it with your eyes closed.
I should have killed the efrit in the burial chamber straightaway. Helene would scoff if she knew I’d tried to help the creature instead of recognizing it for what it was.
Helene. I’d bet my blades she’s in an interrogation room by now. Marcus—or Emperor Marcus, as he’s now called—ordered her to execute me. She failed. Worse, she was my closest confidante for fourteen years. Neither of those sins will come without cost—not now that Marcus possesses absolute power.
She will suffer at his hands. Because of me. I hear the efrit again. Reaper walking!
Memories of the Third Trial jolt through my head. Tristas dying upon Dex’s sword. Demetrius falling. Leander falling.
A shout from ahead returns me to myself. The field of battle is my temple. My grandfather’s old mantra comes back to me when I need it most. The swordpoint is my priest. The dance of death is my prayer. The killing blow is my release.
Beside me, Laia pants, her body dragging. She is slowing me down. You could leave her , an insidious voice whisper s. You’d move faster on your own. I crush the voice. Besides the obvious fact that I promised to help her in exchange for my freedom, I know that she’ll do anything to get to Kauf Prison—to her brother—including trying to make her way there alone.
In which case, she’d die.
“Faster, Laia,” I say. “They’re too close.” She surges forward. Walls of skulls, bones, crypts, and spiderwebs fade away on either side of us. We’re far south of where we should be. We’ve long since passed the escape tunnel in which I hid weeks’ worth of supplies.
The catacombs rumble and shake, knocking both of us down. The stench of fire and death filters through a sewer grate directly above us. Moments later, an explosion rips through the air. I don’t bother considering what it could be. All that matters is that the soldiers behind us have slowed, as wary of the unstable tunnels as we are. I use the opportunity to put another few dozen yards between us. I cut right into a side tunnel and then retreat into the deep shadow of a half-crumbled alcove.
“Will they find us, do you think?” Laia whispers.
“Hopefully no—”
Light flares from the direction we were headed, and I hear the staccato clomp of boots. Two soldiers turn into the tunnel, their torches illuminating us clearly. They halt for a second, bewildered, perhaps, by the presence of Laia, by my lack of a mask. Then they spot my armor and scims, and one of them releases a piercing whistle that will draw in every soldier who can hear it.
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