Borask sighed deeply. “Yes, and I will honor my word,” he said. “Hatare will not be sent to the Academy. Nor will she be married against her wishes. We will violate centuries old custom and tradition for my stubborn daughter.”
Riley turned and looked at us, an inscrutable expression on her face. She cast her eyes to Vink and I saw something pass between them – she didn't believe them. She was not satisfied that the terms of the agreement would be upheld. I could see it in her face. Then I felt Vink's hand on my shoulder, his tension coming through his touch.
I cut a quick look over to Hatare – she was so busy staring daggers at her father that she'd missed everything that had just transpired. I nudged her with my elbow and she looked at me. I tried to convey my anxiety with my eyes. Riley and her men were going to take us out of there, take us back to Optorio, and judging by the tension in Vink's body, as well as the fact that his men were slowly and subtly crowding closer to us, they were expecting a fight.
“Ministers,” Riley began, “I came here in good faith and with the best of intentions. However, I am not fully – ”
Her words were cut off as an explosion rocked the building. The stained glass windows set high in the walls exploded inward and smoke came pouring through the openings. There were screams, shouts, and the sound of weapons firing all around us. I felt a hand on my back, pushing me down to the floor. Hatare was right next to me, huddled up next to my body.
Visibility in the chamber was next to nothing, and one of the last things I saw was Riley being surrounded by her guards, pulling her out of the chamber. She'd had her hands out and was calling for Hatare and I. But my limbs felt heavy. Like dead weight. I couldn't stand and I was having trouble even thinking.
I looked down at Hatare and saw that she was shaking her head and blinking her eyes, seeming to be fighting to stay awake. My vision was beginning to blur and I was feeling lightheaded. I suddenly felt hands on me, roughly pulling me to my feet.
The last thing I remember was seeing two men in helmets with protective breathing equipment staring at me.
Then the entire world went black.
Chapter Ten
Hatare
I slowly came to and felt lightheaded. There was also a dull ache in my head and my eyes felt raw. Honestly, I felt like I did after the first time I'd indulged in a little too much wine. I turned my head and saw Byr sitting up on a bed next to where I was laying. He looked at me and I watched as relief flooded his face when I opened my eyes.
He jumped off his bed and sat down on the edge of mine, helping me into a sitting position. I wrapped my arms around him and embraced him tightly. We were alive. I had no idea where we were, but we were alive.
Everything in the Ministry had happened so fast, it had all been so chaotic, that I didn't even have time to process everything that was going on before I'd blacked out.
“Where are we?” I asked, my throat feeling burned and dry.
“Drink something first,” he replied.
Byr took a glass of water off of the table that sat between our two beds and helped me take a drink. The cool water soothed my parched, aching throat. I drained the glass and set it back down on the table, turning my attention back to Byr.
“Where are we?” I repeated.
He shook his head. “I don't know, Hatare,” he replied. “My best guess it that we're in a cell somewhere beneath the Ministry.”
“What happened?” I asked. “I – I remember that something exploded. I remember a lot of smoke and people shooting. And then I remember somebody pushing us face down onto the floor. Next thing I know, I'm waking up here.”
“That's about what I recall,” he said. “I think that maybe the rebels they're having a problem with bombed the Ministry.”
I nodded and suddenly felt profoundly lucky that we'd survived a terrorist attack. But just as the relief entered me, so too did a wave of anxiety.
“Riley,” I said. “What happened to Riley?”
He shook his head again. “I don't know. The last thing I remember is seeing her being hauled away by Vink and her guards. I think they may have gotten her back on the transport and headed back to Optorio.”
“Without us?”
“She was calling to us,” Byr said. “I don't think leaving us was her idea. I have a feeling that Jendrish had ordered Vink to get her out of there if something happened.”
I nodded. I couldn't blame Jendrish for being concerned about his wife's safety and for taking steps to ensure that she returned to him alive. In his place, I probably would have done the same thing. But I looked around the room, at the four bare walls that surrounded us, and felt a wave of despair. If Byr was right, and we were locked in a cell beneath the Ministry, there was no way Riley was going to be able to enforce the agreement she had in place with the Ministers. In the wake of a terrorist attack, all they had to do was claim that we'd been killed and they'd then be free to do with us as they wished.
My despair was slowly giving way to despondency as I realized just how dire our situation was.
The door to our cell whooshed open and a tall, broad-shouldered man with light violet skin and dark hair tinged with silver stepped into the room. He carried an authoritarian air about him. He was imperious. Commanding. Imposing. And I wondered if the Ministers had sent him in here to torture us – just to get their fun started.
“Oh good, you're both awake,” he said.
“Who are you?” Byr asked.
Byr shakily got to his feet and put himself between me and the man, trying to protect me. I could tell though, by the way he was swaying on his feet, that he was weakened – and most definitely in no condition to fight.
“Relax, Byr,” said the man. “I'm not here to hurt you or Hatare.”
“T – then, why are you here?” I asked.
The man put his hand on Byr's shoulder and gave him a fatherly smile as he helped him sit back down beside me. He then moved over to the other bed and sat down on the edge of it, staring straight at us.
“I have to admit, I've been looking forward to meeting the both of you for a little while now,” he said.
I exchanged a look with Byr. What was he talking about? “Did the Ministers – did my father – send you in here to beat us? Torture us?”
The man laughed as if it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Eventually, his laughter died down, but he looked at us, a small smile playing upon his lips.
“Hardly,” he said. “I'm not with the Ministry. I'm with the group that just bombed the Ministry, actually.”
“You're with the rebels,” Byr said, anger in his voice.
The man nodded. “My name is Yurat,” he said. “I command this faction of our rebellion, yes.”
“Because of you people, I was almost executed,” Byr seethed.
“That is regrettable and I apologize for that,” the man said and actually sounded sincere. “You were never meant to get caught up in all of this.”
Byr's expression darkened as his anger grew. “My family – ”
“Is safe,” the man said. “When we heard what happened at the factory that day, we staged an assault on the prison and rescued the families that had been taken. Your mother, brother, and sister are all safe and are in a secure location.”
“Where?” Byr asked. “Where are you holding them?”
The man looked down at his hands and then back up at us again. “I can't tell you that just yet, Byr,” he said. “Security risks and all that. But please know that we are taking good care of them. They are safe. Well fed. And they miss you.”
“Take me to them,” Byr demanded. “I want to see them.”
“I'm afraid I can't do that just yet,” the man said. “But in time, I can absolutely take you to them.”
“What do you want with us?” I asked. “If you're truly not with the Ministry, why did you take us out of there?”
The man looked at me with approving eyes. “There's the question I was hoping to hear,” he said. “I heard you
were sharp.”
“That's not an answer,” I said.
“Indeed,” he said, his smile growing wider. “The truth of the matter is that we bombed the Ministry specifically to save the two of you.”
“To save us?” Byr asked, disbelief upon his face.
The man nodded. “Yes, to save you,” he said. “You didn't really think the Ministers were going to hold up their end of the bargain, did you? Oh, I think the Optorion Queen believed they would and she did her best on your behalf – ”
“Actually, no,” Byr said. “She didn't believe them. I saw it in her face just before the bomb went off. She had just started moving her men into a position to protect us. I think she was going to tell the Ministers she wasn't satisfied that they were operating in good faith – and was going to take us back to Optorio. But then the bomb went off and – well – we ended up here.”
“Huh,” Yurat said. “Perhaps, I misjudged her. Perhaps, I underestimated her and her ability to suss out the garbage from the truth when dealing with a bunch of vipers like the Ministers.”
“Riley is one of the smartest, most intuitive women I've ever had the privilege of knowing,” I said, feeling the need to defend her. “If she thought they were not going to be true to their word, she was going to pull us out. Not nearly get us killed.”
Yurat gave me a good-natured smile. “I apologize for the theatrics,” he said. “But I assure you that you were never in any danger. The explosions you heard were from the gas bombs we'd planted in the chamber. It was a fast acting sleeping gas. Anybody breathing it for more than a few seconds took a nice, long nap – as you found out. And we used shaped charges to blow the windows in the chamber. Ultimately, it was a lot of flash and dazzle, but you two were perfectly safe the entire time.”
“I don't understand,” I said. “Why go to all that trouble just to get us out of there? Why does what happens to Byr and me matter to your rebellion?”
He cocked his head and looked at us as if we were alien beings – or were rather dense. “Because of who you two are?”
Byr and I exchanged a questioning look. “Who we are?” he asked. “What does that mean?”
“Well, look at the two of you – lower-class boy, upper-class girl,” he said. “You two have come together despite your class differences – and from what I've heard, even found love despite those differences.”
I shook my head. “I still don't understand what we have to do with your rebellion.”
“It's because you two symbolize everything we're fighting for – equality,” he said. “We fight for a world where we're not defined by the station we're born into, but where we're measured by the content of our heart and character.”
Byr and I looked at each other. I couldn't speak for him, but I was floored by what Yurat was telling us. We were symbols of his rebellion? I wasn't sure what that meant, let alone what we were supposed to do about it. We never signed up to be that. I couldn't speak for Byr, but I had no interest in being the symbol for somebody's cause.
Yes, I shared the same goals as the rebels – a world without class distinctions. But I had no interest in fighting. In hurting – even killing – innocent people. To me, that was just as evil as the class segregation enforced by the Ministry.
“You see,” Yurat said, “the truth is, our people have been losing heart. Losing faith that we'll ever actually be able to defeat the Ministry and change our world for the better. Morale is low and our rebellion is hanging on by the thinnest of threads.”
“And what does that have to do with us?” Byr asked.
“Because when we heard the two of you were coming back to Unduth – clearly in defiance of Ministry law – people began to rally around the idea of you two,” he said. “You've become something of a celebrated couple in your absence. And a very potent symbol of the rebellion.”
I shook my head. “I don't want any part of this,” I said. “I didn't ask to be your symbol.”
Yurat shrugged. “Ask or not, it's what you've become,” he said. “The two of you represent the best in us – you are the physical embodiment of the world we want to build.”
I looked over at Byr and saw something in his eyes that concerned me – something in what the man was saying was really speaking to him. I could tell that Byr was really connecting with Yurat's sales pitch. I took him by the hand and squeezed it, forcing him to look at me.
“Are you really listening to this?” I asked.
“We talked a lot about building a world where we could be free to be who we are,” he said. “To love and be with who we want. They are trying to build that world, Hatare. Don't you want to be a part of it? Be part of something good and noble? Be part of bringing down the Ministry and the very structure of the society you ran away from in the first place?”
I looked from Byr to Yurat and then back to Byr. There was something about what he was saying that resonated with me. It was almost the same speech Yurat had given us, but with Byr, it was more personal. It was more real. He – unlike Yurat – was able to connect with me.
I couldn't say that I was completely on board with the idea of joining the rebellion. But the thought of bringing down the patriarchal power structure that had tried to control my life – and take Byr's – was appealing. And part of me felt that after all of my ranting and raving, if I chose to sit on my hands and do nothing to change a world I professed to want to see changed, I was nothing more than a hypocrite. Or even worse – a coward.
“I don't want either of you to say anything just yet,” Yurat said. “I am not going to pressure you one way or the other. All I will ask of you is to come talk to some of our people. Hear their stories and then decide for yourselves. If you choose to walk away, we'll let you go free and clear. No hard feelings. But if you choose to stay – you can be part of building a brand new world.”
Byr squeezed my hand and I looked into his eyes. He was already all in on the idea and was just waiting for me to catch up. I was surprised to see him so eager to fight – but then, given the fact that he was a hair's breadth away from death, I couldn't say I blamed him. I turned and looked at Yurat.
“Okay,” I said. “Let's hear what your people have to say.”
“Excellent,” Yurat said. “Everybody is excited to meet the both of you.”
Book 4 – Love & Rebellion
Chapter One
Hatare
“It's really an honor to meet you,” the man said to me as he extended his hand.
I shot a quick look at Byr who gave me a small, subtle shrug. Hesitantly, I reached out and took the man's hand and he pulled me into a tight embrace. To say that I felt awkward would have been a massive understatement. Not knowing what else to do, I looked at Byr as I patted the man on the back. He released me a moment later, a wide smile stretched across his face.
“I can't wait to tell my wife that I met you,” he said and then looked at Byr, taking his hand and pumping it furiously. “The both of you. Your presence in this camp has really increased morale, believe me.”
The man turned and trotted off, leaving Byr and I standing there, staring at one another.
“You may have to get used to that,” came a voice.
We turned and found a woman who looked to be just slightly older than me standing there. She was tall, lean, had pale violet skin, blue eye markings, and a long mane of silvery hair shot through with a deep purple. She was a beautiful woman. But I could also tell by her bearing and demeanor that she was not a woman to be trifled with – she obviously knew how to take care of herself.
“I'm Manyr,” she said as she stepped closer to us. “I'm one of Yurat's lieutenant's. He tasked me with showing you two around.”
Byr motioned to the man who'd just accosted us. “What was that all about?”
Manyr smiled. “You two are pretty much celebrities around here.”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Walk with me,” Manyr said.
We walked through their encampment. With squat, low
buildings made of stone, it looked like a military installation. But one that hadn't been used in a long time – such a long time, the forest had grown up around it and reclaimed the land.
“It took us a while, but we finally got this place refurbished,” Manyr said when she noticed me looking around. “Once upon a time, this was the Ministry of Defense. But when the capitol of Unduth was moved to Kinray, this place was left to rot. It's not the most luxurious place you're going to find, but it suits our purposes rather well – most especially, because it's mostly forgotten and very well hidden.”
I looked up to the soaring trees around us and noted the thick canopy overhead. It was pretty well obscured from the air and certainly seemed like an ideal place to hide an army. And looking around at all of the people milling about, it looked like that's what they had there – an army.
“What about heat sensors and thermo-imaging?” Byr asked.
Manyr gave him a smile, as if surprised at his knowledge. Frankly, I was surprised by his knowledge. But I knew there were still many things about Byr I did not know.
“We manufactured some of the thermo units at the factory where I worked,” he explained. “I got to know a bit about them.”
“We've got heat deflector plates mounted to the roof of every building in the compound,” Manyr said. “And we also use a dampening field to help eliminate detection by sound.”
I cocked my head and looked at her. “To eliminate detection by sound?”
Byr nodded. “The dampening field essentially encloses us in a bubble of silence,” he explained. “Which means that the government ships wouldn't be able to detect sounds coming from within the camp. Between the heat deflectors and the dampening field, this place is pretty much invisible from the air.”
I was impressed. Not only that the rebels had such a well-planned and coordinated base, but that Byr seemed to know his way around it pretty well. I was surprised that he was so knowledgeable about things like this. Clearly, there was much about him that I didn't know.
Manyr looked at him, obviously impressed. He just shrugged it off, but I looked at him curiously.
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