I’m thankful for the inky night. If the moon were out, a skilled bowman could pick us off easily from the walls. As it is, we blend in with the trees. Still, I don’t trust the darkness. I wait for the crickets and night creatures to go quiet, for my skin to go cold, for the scrape of boot or creak of leather.
But as we make our way through the orchard, there is no sign of the Empire.
I slow our pace as we approach the tree line. A tributary of the Rei rushes nearby. The only points of light in the desert are two garrisons, miles from us and from each other. Drum messages echo between them, referring to troop movements within Serra. Distantly, horses’ hooves pound, and I tense—but the sound moves away from us.
“Something’s not right,” I tell Laia. “My mother should have put patrols out here.”
“Maybe she thought that she wouldn’t need them.” Laia’s whisper is uncertain. “That she would kill us.”
“No,” I say. “The Commandant always has a backup plan.” I wish, suddenly, that Helene were here. I can practically see her silver brows furrowed, her mind carefully, patiently untangling the facts.
Laia cocks her head at me. “The Commandant makes mistakes, Elias,” she says. “She underestimated both of us.”
True, and yet the niggling feeling in my gut won’t go away. Hells, my head aches. I feel like retching. Like sleeping. Think, Elias. What was that in my mother’s eyes just before I knocked her out? An emotion. Something she wouldn’t normally express.
After a moment, it hits me. Satisfaction. The Commandant was pleased.
But why would she be satisfied that I’d knocked her senseless after she tried to kill me?
“She didn’t make a mistake, Laia.” We step out into the open land beyond the orchard, and I survey the storm building over the Serran Mountain Range, a hundred miles away. “She let us go.”
What I don’t understand is why.
CHAPTER FIVE 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
Helene 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
Loyal to the end.
The motto of Gens Aquilla, whispered into my ear by my father moments after I was born. I’ve spoken those words a thousand times. I’ve never questioned. Never doubted.
I think of those words now, as I sag between two legionnaires in the dungeons below Blackcliff. Loyal to the end.
Loyal to whom? My family? The Empire? My own heart?
Damn my heart to the hells. My heart is what landed me here in the first place.
“How did Elias Veturius escape?”
My interrogator cuts through my thoughts. His voice is as unfeeling as it was hours ago, when the Commandant threw me into this pit with him. She cornered me outside Blackcliff’s barracks, backed by a squad of Masks. I surrendered quietly; she knocked me unconscious anyway. And somehow between then and now, she stripped me of the silver shirt gifted to me by the Empire’s holy men, the Augurs. A shirt that made me near invincible after it sunk into my skin.
Perhaps I should be surprised that she managed to get it off me. But I’m not. Unlike the rest of the bleeding Empire, I’ve never made the mistake of underestimating the Commandant.
“How did he escape?” The interrogator is back at it. I suppress a sigh. I’ve answered the question a hundred times.
“I don’t know. One moment I was supposed to be chopping his head off, and the next, all I could hear was my ears ringing. When I looked on the execution dais, he was gone.”
The interrogator nods to the two legionnaires holding me. I gird myself.
Tell them nothing . No matter what. When Elias escaped, I promised I’d cover for him one last time. If the Empire learns that he got away through the tunnels, or that he’s traveling with a Scholar, or that he gave me his mask, the soldiers will track him more easily. He’ll never leave the city alive.
The legionnaires shove my head back into a bucket of foul water. I seal my lips, close my eyes, and keep my body loose, though every part of me wants to fight off my captors. I hold on to one image, the way the Commandant taught us during interrogation training.
Elias escaping. Smiling in some distant, sun-drenched land. Finding the freedom he’d sought for so long.
My lungs strain and burn. Elias escaping. Elias free. I drown, die. Elias escaping. Elias free.
The legionnaires yank my head from the bucket, and I draw a deep gulp of air.
The interrogator tips my face up with a firm hand, forcing me to look into green eyes that glimmer pale and unfeeling against the silver of his mask. I expect to see a hint of anger—frustration, at least, after hours of asking the same questions and hearing the same answers. But he is calm. Almost placid.
In my head, I call him the Northman for his brown skin, hollow cheeks, and angular eyes. He is a few years out of Blackcliff, young to be in the Black Guard, let alone as an interrogator.
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