by Kiera Cass
The members of the German Federation were old friends, so we had that working in our favor securitywise. The Italians were wild cards.
I’d thought of America all night, wondering what her appearance on the Report meant. I wasn’t sure I wanted to question her about it, though. I’d leave it to her. If she got the chance to share, I’d listen. For now, she needed to focus on what was coming. The longer she stayed at the palace, the longer I had her with me.
I rolled my shoulders, listening to my bones pop. Just a few more hours to go. I straightened and caught a set of blue eyes peeking around the edge of the hallway. “Lucy?”
“Hello,” she answered, coming around the corner. Just behind her, Mary followed holding a small basket in her arm, the contents wrapped with cloth.
“Did Lady America ring for you? Is everything all right?” I reached for the handle to open the door for them.
Lucy put a delicate hand on her chest, seeming nervous. “Oh, everything’s fine. Um, we were coming to see if you were here.”
I squinted, moving my hand back. “Well, I am. Do you need something?”
They looked at each other before Mary spoke up. “We just noticed you’ve been working a lot of shifts the last few days. We thought you might be hungry.”
Mary pulled back the cloth, revealing a small assortment of muffins, pastries, and bread, probably overspill from breakfast preparations.
I gave a half smile. “That’s very nice of you, but, one, I’m not supposed to eat while I’m on duty, and, two, you might have noticed that I’m a pretty strong guy.” I flexed my free arm and they giggled. “I can take care of myself.”
Lucy tilted her head. “We know you’re strong, but accepting help is its own kind of strength.”
Her words nearly took the breath out of me. I wished someone had told me that months ago. I could have saved myself so much grief.
I looked at their faces, so much like America’s that last night in the tree house: hopeful, excited, warm. My eyes moved to the basket of food. Was I really going to keep doing this? Alienating the few people who genuinely made me feel like myself?
“Here’s the deal: if anyone comes, you wrestled me to the ground and forced me to eat. Got it?”
Mary grinned, holding out the basket. “Got it.”
I took a piece of cinnamon bread and bit it. “You’re gonna eat, too, right?” I asked as I chewed.
Lucy clasped her hands together enthusiastically before hunting through the basket, and Mary quickly followed suit.
“So, how good are your wrestling skills?” I joked. “I mean, I want to make sure we’ve got our story straight.”
Lucy covered her mouth, giggling. “Funny enough, that’s not part of our training.”
I gasped. “What? This is important stuff here. Cleaning, serving, hand-to-hand combat.”
They chuckled as they ate.
“I’m serious. Who’s in charge? I’m going to write a letter.”
“We’ll mention it to the head maid in the morning,” Mary promised.
“Good.” I took a bite and shook my head in mock outrage.
Mary swallowed. “You’re so funny, Officer Leger.”
“Aspen.”
She smiled again. “Aspen. Are you going to stay when your term is up? I’m sure if you applied, the palace would want you as a permanent guard.”
Now that I was a Two, I knew I wanted to keep being a soldier . . . but at the palace?
“I don’t think so. My family is back in Carolina, so I’ll probably try to serve there if I can.”
“That’s a shame,” Lucy whispered.
“Don’t get sad just yet. I still have four years to go.”
She gave a tiny smile. “True.”
But I could tell she hadn’t really shaken it off. I remembered Lucy mentioning earlier that people she cared about tended to leave, and it felt bittersweet that somehow I’d become important to her. She mattered to me, too, of course. So did Anne and Mary. But their connection to me was almost exclusively through America. How had I become significant to them?
“Do you have a big family?” Lucy asked.
I nodded. “Three brothers: Reed, Becken, and Jemmy, and three sisters: Kamber and Celia, who are twins, and then Ivy is the youngest. Plus my mom.”
Mary started covering the basket again. “What about your dad?”
“He died a few years ago.” I’d finally gotten to a place where I could say that without it tearing me apart. It used to feel crippling, because I still needed him. We all did. But I was lucky. Sometimes fathers would simply disappear in the lower castes, leaving those behind to fend for themselves or sink.
But my dad did everything he could for us, right up until the end. Because we were Sixes, things would always be hard, but he kept us above a line, let us maintain some pride in what we did and who we were. I wanted to be like that.
The paychecks would be nicer at the palace, but I could do a better job of providing if I was at least closer to home.
“I’m sorry,” Lucy said softly. “My mom died a few years ago, too.”
Knowing Lucy lost the most important person in her life reframed her in my mind, pulling everything together.
“Never quite the same, is it?”
She shook her head, eyes focused on the carpet. “But still, we have to look for the good.”
Her face came up, and there was the faintest whisper of hope in her expression. I couldn’t help but stare.
“It’s so funny that you said that.”
She looked to Mary and back to me. “Why?”
I shrugged. “Just is.” I popped the last bite of bread in my mouth and wiped a few crumbs off my fingers. “Thank you, ladies, for the food, but you should go. It’s not exactly safe to be running around the palace at night.”
“Okay,” Mary said. “We should probably start working on those wrestling skills anyway.”
“Go jump on Anne,” I advised her. “Never underestimate the element of surprise.”
She laughed again. “We won’t. Good night, Officer Leger.” She turned to walk down the hall.
“Hold on,” I urged, and they both stopped. I nodded toward the wall that held a secret passage. “Would you take the back way? It’d make me feel a lot better.”
They smiled. “Of course.”
Mary and Lucy waved as they passed, but when they got to the wall and Mary pushed it open, Lucy whispered something to her. Mary nodded and scurried downstairs, but Lucy came back to me.
She fidgeted with her hands, those little tics surfacing again as she approached.
“I’m not . . . I’m not good at saying things,” she admitted, rocking a bit on her feet. “But I wanted to thank you for being so nice to us.”
I shook my head. “It’s nothing.”
“Not to us, it isn’t.” There was an intensity in her eyes I’d never seen before. “No matter how many times the laundry maids or the kitchen maids tell us we’re lucky, it doesn’t really feel that way unless someone appreciates you. Lady America does, and none of us were expecting that. But you do it, too.
“You’re both kind without even thinking about it.” She smiled to herself. “I just thought you should know it was significant. Maybe to Anne more than anyone, but she’d never say it.”
I didn’t know how to respond. After struggling for a moment, the only thing that came out was, “Thank you.”
Lucy nodded and, not sure what else to say, headed for the passage.
“Good night, Miss Lucy.”
She turned back, looking like I’d given her the best present in the world. “Good night, Aspen.”
When she left, my thoughts turned back to America. She’d looked so upset today, but I wondered if she had any idea how her attitude changed the people around her. Her dad was right: she was too good for this place.
I’d have to find a time to tell her how she was helping people without even knowing it. For now, I hoped she was resting, unworried about whatever had—
I whipped my head, watching as three butlers ran past, one tripping a bit as he moved. I was walking to the edge of the hall to see what they were running from when the siren sounded.
I’d never heard it before tonight, but I knew what that sound meant: rebels.
I sprinted back and burst into America’s room. If people were running, maybe we were already behind.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it,” I muttered. She needed to get dressed fast.
“Huh?” she said sleepily.
Clothes. I needed to find clothes. “Get up, Mer! Where are your damn shoes?”
She flicked her blanket off and stepped right into them. “Here. I need my robe,” she added, pointing as she adjusted her shoes. I was glad she understood the urgency so quickly.
I found the bundled fabric at the end of her bed and tried to make heads or tails of it.
“Don’t bother, I’ll carry it.” She pulled it out of my hands, and I rushed her to the door.
“You need to hurry,” I warned. “I don’t know how close they are.”
She nodded. I could feel the adrenaline pulsing through me, and though I knew better, I jerked her back, embracing her in the dark.
I pushed my lips to hers, locking her to me with a hand knotted into her hair. Stupid. So, so stupid. But right in a thousand ways. It felt like an eternity had passed since we’d kissed this deeply, but we fell into it so easily. Her lips were warm, and the familiar taste of her skin lingered in them. Underneath the faintest hint of vanilla, I could smell her, too, the natural scent that clung to her hair and cheeks and neck.
I would have stayed there all night, and sensed she might have done the same, but I needed her to get to the safe room.
“Go. Now,” I ordered, pushing her into the hallway, not looking back as I rounded the corner to face whatever was waiting for me.
I unholstered my gun, checking in both directions for anything out of place. I saw the swish of a maid’s skirt as she ducked into one of the secret safe rooms. I hoped that Lucy and Mary had already made their way to Anne and were hidden in their quarters, far away from danger.
Hearing the unmistakable sound of shots being fired, I ran down the hall toward the main stairwell. It sounded like the rebels were contained to the first floor, at least, so I knelt at the corner of the wall, watching the curve of the steps, waiting.
A moment later, someone ran up the stairs. It took less than a second for me to identify the man as an intruder. I aimed and fired, hitting him in the arm. With a grunt the rebel fell back, and I saw a guard bolting up to capture him.
A crash down the hall told me that the rebels had found the side staircase and had made their way to the second floor.
“If you find the king, kill him. Take what you can carry. Let them know we’ve been here!” someone yelled.
I moved as quietly as I could toward the resounding cheers, ducking into corners and surveying the hallway repeatedly. On one of the peeks back, I noticed two more uniforms. I motioned for them to get low and move slowly. As they got closer, I saw it was Avery and Tanner. I couldn’t have asked for better backup. Avery was a hell of a shot, and Tanner always went above and beyond because he had more than most of us to lose if he didn’t.
Tanner was one of the few officers who came into the service married. He had told us again and again how his wife complained that he wore his wedding ring on his thumb, but it was his grandfather’s, and they had no means to resize it. He promised her it was the first thing he’d spend his money on when he got home, along with a better ring for her while he was at it.
She was his America. He was always focused because of her.
“What’s going on?” Avery whispered.
“I think I just heard their leader. Ordered men to kill the king and steal what they could.”
Tanner stood, holding his gun by his ear. “We need to find them, make sure they’re heading up and away from the safe room.”
I nodded. “There might be more than we can handle, but if we stay low, I think—”
At the other end of the hall, a door crashed open, and a butler raced out with two rebels behind him. It was the young butler, the one from the kitchen. He looked lost and horrified. The rebels were holding what looked like farm tools, so at least they wouldn’t be able to fire back at us.
I turned, steadied my weight, and aimed. “Down!” I shouted, and the butler obeyed. I shot, hitting one of the rebels in his leg. Avery got the other, but his shot, intentional or not, looked much more deadly.
“I’m going to secure them,” Avery said. “Find the leader.”
I watched the butler stand and bolt for a bedroom, not caring that anyone could easily get in or out. He needed the illusion of safety.
I heard more shouts, more guns going off, and knew this was going to be one of the bad attacks. My mind became sharp, more focused. I had one mission, and that was all I could see.
Tanner and I crept up to the third floor, finding several side tables, art pieces, and plants already demolished. A rebel, using something like lumpy paint he must have brought with him, was writing something into the wall. I quickly moved up behind him and butted him in the head with the handle of my gun. He dropped, and I bent to check him for weapons.
A second later, a fresh wave of gunshots came at the other end of the hall, and Tanner dragged me behind a turned-up couch. When the noise died, we peeked out to assess the damage.
“I count six,” he said.
“Same. I can get two, maybe three.”
“That’s enough. Remainders might rush. Or have guns.”
I looked around. Taking a shard of broken mirror, I cut part of the couch’s upholstery off and wrapped it around the glass. “Use this if they get too close.”
“Nice,” Tanner commented, then aimed his gun. I did the same.
The shots were quick, and we each took out two rebels before the two others turned, running toward us, not away. Remembering orders to keep rebels alive for questioning, I aimed at their legs, but with them moving so frantically, my shots all missed.
Tanner and I watched as a hulking man lumbered down Tanner’s side of the hall, while an older guy, wiry and wild-eyed, came toward me. I holstered my gun, preparing myself for a fight.
“Damn. You got the good one,” Tanner commented before launching himself over the chair and running full speed at his opponent.
I was a split second behind him. The older rebel came at me, yelling with his hands stretched out like claws. I grabbed one of his arms while using my makeshift knife to cut at his chest.
He wasn’t the strongest thing, and part of me actually pitied him. When I latched on to his arm, I could feel his bones far too easily.
He whimpered and fell to his knees, and I pulled his arms behind him, securing both those and his legs with restraining bands. As I was tying them together, someone grabbed me from behind and slammed me into a nearby portrait, cutting my forehead on the glass.
I was dizzy and the blood was already leaking into my eyes, making it harder for me to face my enemy. I felt a thrill of panic before my training came back to me. I crouched as he held on to me from behind, and used my leverage to flip him over my shoulder.
Though he was much bigger than me, he crashed onto the debris-covered floor. I reached for more restraining bands only to collapse as another rebel barged into me.
I was pinned to the floor, my arms held down by a large man straddling my stomach.
His breath was swampy and foul as he spoke into my face.
“Take me to the king,” he ordered, his voice like gravel.
I shook my head.
He released my arms, grabbing fistfuls of my jacket, and I reached up to push at his face. But he pulled me up by my clothes and slammed my head into the floor, making me drop my hands to the ground instantly. My head swam and my breathing felt off. The rebel palmed my skull, forcing me to face him.
“Where. Is. The. King?”
“Don’t know,” I gasped,
fighting the ache in my head.
“Come on, pretty boy,” he teased. “Give me the king, and I might let you live.”
I couldn’t mention the safe room. Even if I hated the things the king did, giving him away meant giving America away, and that was not an option.
I could lie. Maybe buy myself enough time to get out of this.
Or I could die.
“Fourth floor,” I lied. “Hidden room in the east wing. Maxon’s there, too.”
He smiled, his disgusting breath coming out with his short laugh. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I stayed silent.
“Maybe if you’d told me the first time I asked, I wouldn’t have to do this.”
He laced his hands gruffly around my throat, squeezing. On top of my already cloudy head, this was torture. My legs flailed, and I bucked my hips, trying to throw him off. It was pointless. He was simply too big.
I felt my limbs stop working, all oxygen escaping my system.
Who would tell my mother?
Who would take care of my family?
. . . at least I kissed America one last time.
. . . one last time.
. . . time.
Through the haze, I heard the gun go off and felt the massive rebel go limp and fall to the side. My throat made bizarre noises as it pulled air into my body again.
“Leger? You okay?”
My eyes were going black, so I couldn’t make out Avery’s face. But I heard him. And that was enough.
CHAPTER 11
THE DEBRIEFING WAS HELD IN the hospital wing, since so many officers had ended up there.
“We feel it’s a success that we lost only two men tonight,” our commander said. “Considering their forces, it’s a testament to your training and personal skill that more of you weren’t killed.”
He paused, like maybe we should applaud, but we were too worn down for that.
“We have twenty-three rebels contained for sentencing after being interrogated, which is fantastic. However, I’m disappointed at the body count.” He stared us down. “Seventeen. Seventeen rebels dead.”
Avery ducked his head. He’d already confessed that two of those were his.
“You are not to kill unless you or another officer is being directly threatened, or if you see a rebel attacking a member of the royal family. We need this scum alive for questioning.”
