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Kilorns voice sounds stronger than it should, but theres a tremble in his fingers. He looks like the rest of the rebels, willing to do anything for the cause, but my friend is still afraid. Still a boy, no more than eighteen, with too much to live for, and too little reason to die. Cal scoffs at Kilorns forced but brazen declaration, yet he doesnt saying anything else.
He knows a more graphic description of our impending death wont help anyone. Farley doesnt share his sentiment and waves a hand, dismissing both of them outright. Behind me, my brother mirrors her determination. They know something we dont, something they wont say yet.
Maven has taught us all the price of trust misplaced. We are not the ones who die today, is all she says, before marching toward the front of the train. Her boots sound like hammer falls on the metal flooring, each one smacking of stubborn resolve.
I sense the train slow before I feel it. The electricity wanes, weakening, as we glide into the underground station. What we might find in the skies above, white fog or orange-winged airjets, I do not know. The others dont seem to mind, exiting the Undertrain with great purpose.
In their silence, the armed and masked Guard looks like true soldiers, but I know better. Theyre no match for what is coming.
Prepare yourself. Cals voice hisses in my ear, making me shiver.
It reminds me of days long past, of dancing in moonlight. Remember how strong you are. Kilorn shoulders his way to my side, separating us before I can tell Cal my strength and my ability are all Im sure of now. The electricity in my veins might be the only thing I trust in this world. I want to believe in the Scarlet Guard, and certainly in Shade and Kilorn, but I wont let myself, not after the mess my trust, my blindness toward Maven got us into.
And Cal is out of the question altogether.
He is a prisoner, a Silver, the enemy who would betray us if he could if he had anywhere else to run. But still, somehow, I feel a pull to him. I remember the burdened boy who gave me a silver coin when I was nothing. With that one gesture he changed my future, and destroyed his own. And we share an alliancean uneasy one forged in blood and.
We are connected, we are unitedagainst Maven, against all who deceived us, against the world about to tear itself apart. Silence waits for us. Gray, damp mist hangs over the ruins of Naercey, bringing the sky down so close I might touch it. Its cold, with the chill of autumn, the season of change and death. Nothing haunts the sky yet, no jets to rain destruction down upon an already destroyed city.
Farley sets a brisk pace, leading up from the tracks to the wide, abandoned avenue. The wreckage yawns like a canyon, more gray and broken than I remember. We march east down the street, toward the shrouded waterfront. The high, half-collapsed structures lean over us, their windows like eyes watching us pass. Silvers could be waiting in the broken hollows and shadowed arches, ready to kill the Scarlet Guard.
Maven could make me watch as he struck rebels down one by one. He would not give me the luxury of a clean, quick death. Or worse, I think. He would not let me die at all. The thought chills my blood like a Silver shivers touch. As much as Maven lied to me, I still know a small piece of his heart. I remember him grabbing me through the bars of a cell, holding on with shaking fingers. And I remember the name he carries, the name that reminds me a heart still beats inside him. His name was Thomas and I watched him die.
He could not save that boy.
But he can save me, in his own twisted way. I will never give him the satisfaction of such a thing. I would rather die. But try as I might, I cant forget the shadow I thought him to be, the lost and forgotten prince. I wish that person were real. I wish he existed somewhere other than my memories. The Naercey ruins echo strangely, more quiet than they should be.
With a start, I realize why. The refugees are gone. The woman sweeping mountains of ash, the children hiding in drains, the shadows of my Red brothers and sistersthey have all fled. Theres no one left but us. Think what you want of Farley, but know she isnt stupid, Shade says, answering my question before I get a chance to ask. She gave the order to evacuate last night, after she escaped Archeon.
She thought you or Maven would talk under torture. She was wrong. There was no need to torture Maven. He gave his information and his mind freely. He opened his head to his mother, letting her paw through everything she saw there. The Undertrain, the secret city, the list. It is all hers now, just like he always was. The line of Scarlet Guard soldiers stretches out behind us, a disorganized rabble of armed men and women. Kilorn marches directly behind me, his eyes darting, while Farley leads.
Two burly soldiers keep Cal on her heels, gripping his arms tensely. With their red scarves, they look like the stuff of nightmares. But there are so few of us now, maybe thirty, all walking wounded. So few survived. Theres not enough of us to keep this rebellion going, even if we escape again, I whisper to my brother.
The low-hanging mist muffles my voice, but he still hears me. The corner of his mouth twitches, wanting to smile. Thats not your concern. Before I can press him, the soldier in front of us halts.
He is not the only one. At the head of the line, Farley holds up a fist, glaring at the slate-gray sky. The rest mirror her, searching for what we cannot see.
Only Cal keeps his eyes on the ground. He already knows what our doom looks like. A distant, inhuman scream reaches down through the mist. And it is not alone. Twelve arrow-shaped shadows race through the sky, their orange wings cutting in and out of the clouds. Ive never seen an airjet properly, not so close or without the cover of night, so I cant stop my jaw from dropping when they come into view.
Farley barks orders at the Guard, but I dont hear her. Im too busy staring at the sky, watching winged death arc overhead. Like Cals cycle, the flying machines are beautiful, impossibly curved steel and glass. I suppose a magnetron had something to do with their constructionhow else can metal fly? Blue-tinged engines spark beneath their wings, the telltale sign of electricity. I can barely feel the twinge of them, like a breath against skin, but theyre too far away for me to affect.
I can only watchin horror. They screech and twist around the island of Naercey, never breaking their circle. I can almost pretend theyre harmless, nothing but curious birds come to see the obliterated remnants of a rebellion. Then a dart of gray metal sails overhead, trailing smoke, moving almost too fast to see. It collides with a building down the avenue, disappearing through a broken window. A bloom of red-orange explodes a split second later, destroying the entire floor of an already crumbling building.
It shatters in on itself, collapsing onto thousand-year-old supports that snap like toothpicks. The entire structure tips, falling so slowly the sight cant be real.
When it hits the street, blockading the way ahead of us, I feel the rumble deep in my chest. A cloud of smoke and dust hits us head-on, but I dont cower. It takes more than that to scare me now. Through the gray-and-brown haze, Cal stands with me, even while his captors crouch. Our eyes meet for a moment, and his shoulders droop. Its the only sign of defeat hell let me see. Farley grabs the nearest Guardsman, hoisting her to her feet. To the.
She points to her lieutenants as she speaks, telling them where to go. Shade, to the park side! My brother nods, knowing what she means. Another missile careens into a nearby building, drowning her out. But its easy to tell what shes shouting. Part of me wants to hold my ground, to stand, to fight.
My purpleand-white lightning will certainly make me a target and draw the jets away from the fleeing Guard. I might even take a plane or two with me. But that cannot be. Im worth more than the rest, more than red masks and bandages. Shade and I must surviveif not for the cause, then for the others. For the list of hundreds like ushybrids, anomalies, freaks, Red-and-Silver impossibilitieswho will surely die if we fail. Shade knows this as well as I do. He loops his arm into mine, his grip so tight as to be bruising.
Its almost too easy to run in step with him, to let him guide me off the wide avenue and into a gray-green tangle of overgrown trees spilling into the street. The deeper we go, the thicker they become, gnarled together like deformed fingers. A thousand years of neglect turned this little plot into a dead jungle.
It shelters us from the sky, until we can only hear the jets circling closer and closer. Kilorn is never far behind. For a moment, I can pretend were back at home, wandering the Stilts, looking for fun and trouble. Trouble is all we seem to find. When Shade finally skids to a stop, his heels scarring the dirt beneath us, I chance a glance around. Kilorn halts next to us, his rifle aimed uselessly skyward, but no one else follows. I cant even see the street anymore, or the red rags fleeing into the ruins.
My brother glares up through the boughs of the trees, watching and waiting for the jets to fly out of range. Where are we going? I ask him, breathless. Kilorn answers instead. The river, he says.
And then the ocean. Can you take us? He glances at Shades hands, as if he could see his ability plain in his flesh. But Shades strength is buried like mine, invisible until he chooses to reveal it. My brother shakes his head. Not in one jump, its too far. And Id rather run, save my strength.
His eyes darken. Until we really need it. I nod, agreeing. I know firsthand what it is to be ability-worn, tired in your bones, barely able to move, let alone fight.
Where are they taking Cal? My question makes Kilorn wince. Hell if I care. You should, I fire back, even as my voice shakes with hesitation. No, he shouldnt.
Neither should you. If the prince is gone, you must let him go. He can help us get out of this. He can fight with us. Hell escape or kill us the second we give him the chance, he snaps, tearing away his scarf to show the angry scowl beneath. In my head, I see Cals fire. It burns everything in its path, from metal to flesh.
He couldve killed you already, I say. Its not an exaggeration, and Kilorn knows it. Somehow I thought you two would outgrow your bickering, Shade says, stepping between us.
How silly of me. Kilorn forces out an apology through gritted teeth, but I do no such thing. My focus is on the jets, letting their electric hearts beat against mine. They weaken with each second, getting farther and farther away. Theyre flying away from us. If were going to go, we need to do it now.
Both my brother and Kilorn look at me strangely, but neither argue. This way, Shade says, pointing through the trees. A small, almost invisible path winds through them, where the dirt has been swept away to reveal stone and asphalt beneath. Again, Shade links his arm through mine, and Kilorn charges ahead, setting a swift pace for us to follow. Branches scrape against us, bending over the narrowing path, until its impossible for us to run side by side.
But instead of letting me go, Shade squeezes even tighter. And then I realize hes not squeezing me at all. Its the air, the world. Everything and anything tightens in a blistering, black second. And then, in a blink, were on the other side of the trees, looking back to see Kilorn emerge from the gray grove. But he was ahead, I murmur aloud, looking back and forth between Shade and the pathway. We cross into the middle of the street, with the sky and smoke drifting overhead. You Shade grins. The action seems out of place against the distant scream of jets.
Lets say I As long as youre holding on to me, youll be able to come along, he says, before hurrying us into the next alley. My heart races with the knowledge that I just teleported, to the point where its almost possible to forget our predicament. The jets are quick to remind me. Another missile explodes to the north, bringing down a building with the rumble of an earthquake.
Dust races down the alley in a wave, painting us in another layer of gray. Smoke and fire are so familiar to me now that I barely smell it, even when ash begins to fall like snow. We leave our footprints in it. Perhaps they will be the last marks we make. Shade knows where to go and how to run.
Kilorn has no trouble keeping up, even with the rifle weighing him down. By now, weve circled back to the avenue. To the east, a swirl of daylight breaks through the dirt and dust, bringing with it a salty gasp of sea air. To the west,. Broken glass, the iron skeletons of buildings, and strange slabs of faded white screens rise around us, a palace of ruins. What was this? Despite knowing that one misstep would mean her death, Mare works silently to help the Red Guard, a militant resistance group, and bring down the Silver regime.
But this is a world of betrayal and lies, and Mare has entered a dangerous dance — Reds against Silvers, prince against prince, and Mare against her own heart.
The crown calls her an impossibility, a fake, but as she makes her escape from Maven, the prince—the friend—who betrayed her, Mare uncovers something startling: she is not the only one of her kind. Pursued by Maven, now a vindictive king, Mare sets out to find and recruit other Red-and-Silver fighters to join in the struggle against her oppressors. But Mare finds herself on a deadly path, at risk of becoming exactly the kind of monster she is trying to defeat.
Will she shatter under the weight of the lives that are the cost of rebellion? Or have treachery and betrayal hardened her forever? She lives at the mercy of a boy she once loved, a boy made of lies and betrayal. Now a king, Maven Calore continues weaving his dead mother's web in an attempt to maintain control over his country—and his prisoner.
As Mare bears the weight of Silent Stone in the palace, her once-ragtag band of newbloods and Reds continue organizing, training, and expanding. They prepare for war, no longer able to linger in the shadows. And Cal, the exiled prince with his own claim on Mare's heart, will stop at nothing to bring her back.