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He’s a fighter
, a practical voice chides me
. He knows what’s important. As
should you. Focus on Darin.
“We missed you this morning, Laia.” Mazen takes in my injuries. “Now I see
why. Well, girl. Do you have what I want? Do you have an entrance?”
“I have something.” The lie takes me by surprise, as does the smoothness
with which I tell it. “But I need more time.” Surprise flashes across Mazen’s face
for a brief, naked second. Is it my lie that’s caught him off guard? My request for
more time?
Neither
,
my instinct tells me.
Something else
. I fidget as I remember
what Cook said days ago.
You ask him where, exactly, your brother is in Central
Prison. What cell?
I muster my courage. “I . . . have a question for you. You know where Darin
is, right? Which prison? Which cell?”
“Of course I know where he is. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be spending all my time
and energy figuring out how to free him, now would I?”
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“But . . . well, Central is so heavily guarded. How will you—”
“Do you have a way into Blackcliff or not?”
“Why do you need one?” I burst out. He’s not answering my questions, and
some stubborn part of me wants to shake the answers loose from him. “How will
a secret entrance to Blackcliff help you free my brother from the most fortified
prison in the south?”
Mazen’s gaze hardens from wariness to something close to anger. “Darin’s
not in Central,” he says. “Before the Moon Festival, the Martials moved him to
the death cells in Bekkar Prison. Bekkar provides backup guard to Blackcliff. So
when we launch a surprise attack on Blackcliff with half of our forces, the
soldiers will pour out of Bekkar to Blackcliff, leaving the prison open for our
other forces to take.”
“Oh.” I fall silent. Bekkar is a small prison in the Illustrian Quarter, not too
far from Blackcliff, but that’s all I know about it. Mazen’s plan makes sense
now. Perfect sense. I feel like an idiot.
“I didn’t mention anything to you, or anyone else”—he looks pointedly at
Keenan—“because the more people who know about a plan, the more likely it is
to be compromised. So, for the last time: Do you have something for me?”
“There’s a tunnel.”
Buy time. Say anything.
“But I have to figure out where it
lets out.”
“That’s not enough,” Mazen says. “If you have nothing, then this mission is a
failure—”
“Sir.” The door pounds open, and Sana tumbles in. She looks as if she hasn’t
slept in days, and she doesn’t share the smug smiles of the two men behind her.
When she sees me, she does a double take. “Laia—your face.” Her eyes drop to
my scar. “What happened—”
“Sana,” Mazen barks. “Report.”
Sana snaps her attention to the Resistance leader. “It’s time,” she says. “If
we’re going to do it, then we need to leave. Now.”
Time for what? I look at Mazen, thinking he’ll tell them to wait a moment,
that he’ll finish with me. But instead he limps to the door as if I’ve ceased to
exist.
Sana and Keenan exchange a glance, and Sana shakes her head, as if in
warning. Keenan ignores her. “Mazen,” he says. “What about Laia?”
Mazen stops to consider me, the annoyance on his face ill-concealed. “You
need more time,” he says. “You have it. Get me something by midnight, day
after tomorrow. Then we’ll get your brother out, and this whole thing will be
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over.”
He walks out, engaged in low conversation with his men, snapping at Sana to
follow. The older woman gives Keenan an unreadable look before hurrying out.
“I don’t understand,” I say. “A minute ago, he said we were done.”
“Something’s not right.” Keenan stares hard at the door. “And I need to find
out what it is.”
“Will he keep his promise, Keenan? To free Darin?”
“Sana’s faction’s been pushing him. They think he should have broken Darin
out already. They won’t let him back away from this. But . . . ” He shakes his
head. “I have to go. Be safe, Laia.”
Outside, the fog is so heavy that I have to put my hands in front of me to keep
from running into anything. It’s the middle of the afternoon, but the sky grows
darker by the second. A thick bank of clouds roils above Serra as if gathering
strength for an assault.
As I head back to Blackcliff, I try to make sense of what just happened. I
want to believe that I can trust Mazen, that he’ll hold to his end of the bargain.
But something is off. I’ve struggled for days to eke out extra time from him. It
makes no sense for him to suddenly give it away so easily.
And something else sets my nerves on edge. It’s how quickly Mazen forgot
about me when Sana showed up. And it’s how, when he promised to save my
brother, he didn’t quite look me in the eyes.
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XXXVIII: Elias
n the morning of the Trial of Strength, a bone-shaking rumble of thunder
jerks me from sleep, and I lay in the darkness of my quarters for a long
time, listening to the rain drub the barracks roof. Someone slips a parchment
marked with the Augurs’ diamond seal beneath my door. I rip it open.
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