Kilorn backs away, flinching when the cycle revs up. Then he smirks at me, his features curling into an expression that used to make me want to punch him.
“I’ll tell Farley you said hello.”
The cycle growls like a beast, tearing me away from Kilorn and the Stilts and my old life. Fear curls through me like a poison, until I’m scared from head to toe. But not for myself. Not anymore. I’m scared for Kilorn, for the idiotic thing he’s going to do.
He’s going to find Farley. And he’s going to join her.
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FIFTEEN
The next morning, I open my eyes to see a shaded figure standing by my bedside. This is it. I left, I broke the rules, and they’re going to kill me for it.
But not without a fight.
Before the figure gets a chance, I fly out of bed, ready to defend myself. My muscles tense while the delightful buzzing comes to life inside me. But instead of an assassin, I’m staring at a red uniform. And I recognize the woman wearing it.
Walsh looks the same as she did before, though I certainly don’t. She stands next to a metal cart filled with tea and bread and anything else I might want for breakfast. Ever the dutiful servant, she keeps her mouth clamped shut, but her eyes scream at me. She stares at my hand, at the now too-familiar sparks creeping around my fingers. I shake them away, brushing off the veins of light until they disappear back into my skin.
“I’m so sorry,” I exclaim, jumping away from her. Still, she doesn’t speak. “Walsh—”
But she busies herself with the food. Then, to my great surprise, she mouths five words to me. They are words I’m beginning to know like a prayer—or a curse. Rise, Red as the dawn.
Before I can respond, before my shock can register, Walsh presses a cup of tea into my hand.
“Wait—” I reach out for her, but she dodges my hand, sweeping into a low bow.
“My lady,” she says, sharply ending our conversation.
I let her go, watching her back out of the room until there’s nothing left but the echo of her unspoken words.
Walsh is in the Guard too.
The teacup feels cold in my hand. Strangely cold.
I look down to find it’s not full of tea but water. And at the bottom of the cup, a piece of paper bleeds ink. The ink swirls as I read the message, the water leeching it away, erasing any trace, until there’s nothing left but cloudy, gray liquid and a blank curl of paper. No evidence of my first act of rebellion.
The message isn’t hard to remember. It’s only one word.
Midnight.
This knowledge that I have a connection to the group so close by should comfort me, but for some reason, I find myself shivering. Maybe cameras aren’t the only things watching me here.
And it’s not the only note waiting for me. My new schedule sits on the nightstand, written in the queen’s maddeningly perfect handwriting.
Your schedule has changed. 0630—Breakfast / 0700—Training / 1000—Protocol / 1130—Luncheon / 1300—Protocol/ 1400—Lessons / 1800—Dinner. Lucas will escort you to all. Schedule is not negotiable. HRH Queen Elara.
“So, they’ve finally bumped you up to Training?” Lucas grins at me, a rare bit of pride shining through as he leads me to my first session. “Either you’ve been very good or very bad.”
“A little bit of both.”
More bad, I think, remembering my episode last night at home. I know the new schedule is Cal’s doing, but I didn’t expect him to work so fast. Truthfully, I’m excited for Training. If it’s anything like what I saw Cal and Maven go through, the ability practice in particular, I’ll be hopelessly far behind, but at least I’ll have someone to talk to. And if I’m really lucky, Evangeline will be deathly ill and stuck in bed for the rest of her miserable life.
Lucas shakes his head, chuckling. “Be prepared. The instructors are famous for being able to break even the strongest soldiers. They won’t take well to your sass.”
“I don’t take well to being broken,” I retort. “What was your Training like?”
“Well, I went straight to the army when I was nine, so my experience was a bit different,” he says, eyes darkening at the memory.
“Nine?” The thought seems impossible to me. Abilities or not, this can’t be true.
But Lucas shrugs like it’s nothing. “The front is the best place for training. Even the princes were trained at the front, for a time.”
“But you’re here now,” I say. My eyes linger on Lucas’s uniform, on the black and silver of Security. “You’re not a soldier anymore.”