The Selection Stories Collection

by Kiera Cass

  I heard a few quiet huffs throughout the wing. This was one order I didn’t like. We could end things so much faster if we simply eliminated the rebels that came into the palace. But the king wanted his answers, and rumor had it there were particular ways he tortured information out of rebels. I hoped never to learn what those ways were.

  “That said, you all did an excellent job protecting the palace and subduing the threat against it. Unless you are one of the few with serious injuries, your posts for the day are the same as originally scheduled. Get sleep if you can, and get ready. It’s going to be a long day with the state the palace is in.”

  The head butler thought it would be best to have the royal family and the Elite do their work outside while the staff worked to get the palace back into a presentable shape. The women of the German Federation and the Italian monarchy were coming in a handful of days and the maids were already overwhelmed with preparations.

  Between the glaring sun, exhaustion, and my starched uniform, I was already uncomfortable. Add the searing pain from the gash in my head, hidden bruises from being strangled, and some damage I couldn’t even remember getting in my leg, and I was just plain miserable.

  The only good thing about this day was that the setup allowed me to be near America. I watched as she sat with Kriss, planning their upcoming event. Besides Celeste, I’d never seen America upset at one of the other girls, but everything about her body language today suggested that she was unhappy with Kriss. Kriss, however, looked completely oblivious as she chatted to America and peeked over at Maxon time and again. It bothered me a little that America followed Kriss’s gaze, but I doubted her feelings were changing. How could she ever look at him and not see Marlee screaming?

  The tents and tables around the lawn almost made it look like the royal family was hosting a garden party. Had I not seen it myself, I wouldn’t have guessed that the palace had been ransacked. Everyone here tended to forget about the attacks and move on.

  I couldn’t figure out if that was because dwelling on the attacks only made them that much more terrifying or if there was simply no time. It occurred to me that if the royal family really stopped and thought about the attacks, maybe they’d find a better way of preventing them.

  “Don’t know why I even bother,” the king said a little too loudly. He handed a paper to someone and gave them a quiet order. “Erase Maxon’s marks on this; they’re distracting.”

  While the words filled my ears, America’s gaze took all of my sight. She watched me carefully. I could tell she was worried about the bandages on my head, the limp in my steps. I gave her a wink, hoping to calm her nerves. I wasn’t sure if I could make it through a whole day on rounds and then switch with someone to guard her door tonight, but if that was my only way to—

  “Rebels! Run!”

  I turned my head toward the palace doors, sure someone was confused.

  “What?” Markson called.

  “Rebels! Inside the palace!” Lodge yelled. “They’re coming!”

  I watched the queen bolt upright and run around the side of the palace, heading for a secret entrance under the protection of her maids.

  The king snatched up his papers. If I was him, I’d be more worried about my neck than any lost information, no matter what those documents said.

  America was still in her chair, paralyzed. I took a step to go get her, but Maxon jumped in front of me, shoving Kriss into my arms.

  “Run!” he ordered. I hesitated, thinking of America. “Run!”

  I did what I had to and bolted as Kriss called out to Maxon over and over again. A split second later, I heard gunshots and saw a swarm of people flood out of the palace, almost an equal mix of soldiers and rebels.

  “Tanner!” I yelled, stopping him as he headed toward the fray. I shoved Kriss in his arms. “Follow the queen.”

  He obeyed without question, and I turned to get Mer.

  “America! No! Come back!” Maxon screamed. I followed his panicked gaze and saw America running frantically toward the forest, rebels fast on her heels.

  No.

  The staccato rhythm of the guards firing accentuated America’s pace, hurried and perilous. The rebels were nearly on top of her, bags stuffed. They seemed younger and fitter than the group last night, and I wondered if these were their children, trying to finish what their parents started.

  I pulled out my gun and took my stance. I had my eye trained on the back of a rebel’s head, and I fired three quick shots. They all missed when the guy zigzagged and ran behind a tree.

  Maxon took a few desperate steps in the direction of the forest, but his father grabbed him before he got very far.

  “Stand down!” Maxon yelled, pushing out of his father’s grasp. “You’ll hit her. Cease fire!”

  Though America wasn’t a member of the royal family, I doubted anyone would be upset if we killed these rebels without questioning. I ran into the field, took my stance again, and shot twice. Nothing.

  Maxon’s hands gripped my collar. “I said stand down!”

  While I was an inch or two taller than he was, and I generally thought him to be a coward, the rage in his eyes at that moment demanded respect.

  “Forgive me, sir.”

  He released me with a push, turning around and running his hand through his hair. I’d never seen him pace like that. It reminded me of his father when he was on the verge of exploding.

  Everything he was showing on the outside, I felt on the inside. One of his Elite was gone; the only girl I’d ever loved was missing. I didn’t know if she would be able to outrun the rebels or find a place to hide. My heart was racing with fear and falling apart in hopelessness at the same time.

  I’d promised May I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. I’d failed.

  I looked behind me, not sure what I was expecting to see. The girls and staff had all made it to safety. No one remained but the prince, the king, and a dozen or so guards.

  Maxon finally looked up at us, and his expression reminded me of a caged animal. “Get her. Get her now!” he screamed.

  I debated just running into the forest, wanting to reach America before anyone else did. But how would I find her?

  Markson stepped forward. “Come on, boys. Let’s get organized.” We followed him into the field.

  My steps were sluggish and I tried to steady myself. I needed to be sharp today. We’re going to find her, I promised myself. She’s tougher than anyone knows.

  “Maxon, go to your mother,” I heard the king order.

  “You can’t be serious. How am I supposed to sit in some safe room while America’s missing? She could be dead.” I turned back to see Maxon double over and heave, nearly throwing up over the thought.

  King Clarkson pulled him upright, gripping him firmly at the shoulders and shaking him. “Get it together. We need you safe. Go. Now.”

  Maxon balled his fists, slightly bending his elbows, and for a split second, I genuinely thought he was about to punch his father.

  Maybe it wasn’t my place, but I felt certain the king could demolish Maxon if he had the inclination. I didn’t want the guy to die.

  After a few charged breaths, Maxon wrenched himself out of his father’s grasp and stomped into the palace.

  I whipped my head around, hoping the king wouldn’t realize someone had noticed that interaction. I was wondering more and more about the king’s dissatisfaction with his son, but after that, I couldn’t help but think things went much deeper than Maxon scribbling the wrong notes on his paperwork.

  Why would someone so concerned with his son’s safety be so . . . aggressive toward him?

  I caught up to the other officers just as Markson started talking. “Are any of you familiar with this forest?”

  We all stood silent.

  “It’s very large, and branches into a wide spread of trees just a few feet in, as you can see. The palace walls go back about four hundred feet before curving in to meet, but the wall toward the back of the forest has been in disre
pair. It wouldn’t be too hard for the rebels to get over a damaged portion, especially considering how easily they got over the strongest sections at the front.”

  Well, perfect.

  “We’re going to spread out in a line and walk slowly. Look for footprints, dropped goods, bent branches, anything that could be a clue to where they’ve taken her. If it gets too dark, we’ll come back for flashlights and fresh men.”

  He eyed us all. “I do not want to come back empty-handed. Either with the lady alive or with her body, we are not leaving the king or prince without answers tonight, do you understand me?”

  “Yes, sir,” I yelled, and the others joined.

  “Good. Spread out.”

  We had only moved a few yards when Markson held out a hand, stopping me.

  “That’s a pretty serious limp, Leger. Are you up for this?” he asked.

  My blood drained, and I pictured myself going into a rage much like Maxon had. There was no way in hell I wasn’t going.

  “I’m perfectly fine, sir,” I vowed.

  Markson looked me over again. “We need a strong team for this. Maybe you should stay behind.”

  “No, sir,” I answered quickly. “I’ve never disobeyed an order, sir. Don’t make me do it now.”

  My eyes were dead serious, and I was sure that was what he saw when I stared him down, determined to go. There was a half smile on his face when he nodded and started heading toward the trees.

  “Fine. Let’s go.”

  Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. We would call out for America, and stop to listen for a reply, finding ourselves fooled by the slightest motion or breeze. Someone would find a footprint, but the dirt was so dry, the mark would have disintegrated into nothing two steps later, leaving us with little more than wasted time. Twice we found scraps of clothes caught in low branches, but nothing matched what America was wearing. The worst was the few drops of blood we found. We stopped for an hour to look through every cloistered tree, explore any speck of dirt that might have been upturned.

  The evening was coming on, and soon we would lose the light.

  While the others marched forward, I stood still for a minute. In any other scenario, I would have found this beautiful. The light filtered down, almost like it wasn’t sunshine at all, but its ghost. The trees reached for one another, like they were desperate for company, and the entire feeling of the place was somewhat haunting.

  And I had to brace myself for the possible reality that I would leave this place and not have her with me. Worse, I might leave it carrying her body.

  The thought was crippling. What would I fight for in this world if I wasn’t fighting for her?

  I was trying to look for the good. She was the only good in me.

  I bit back the tears and stood strong. I would just have to keep fighting.

  “Be sure to look everywhere,” Markson reminded us. “If they’ve killed her, they might have hung her or tried to bury her. Pay attention.”

  His words made me feel sick again, but I pushed past them. “Lady America!” I cried out.

  “I’m here!” I trained my ears on the sound, too afraid to believe. “I’m over here!”

  America came running, shoeless and dirty, and I holstered my gun to open my arms for her.

  “Thank goodness.” I sighed. I wanted to kiss her then and there. But she was breathing and in my arms, and that would have to be enough. “I’ve got her! She’s alive!” I called to the others, watching as the uniforms came toward us.

  She was trembling a little, and I could tell she was stunned from the whole experience.

  Injured leg or not, I was keeping her in my arms no matter what. I cradled her to me, and she put her hands behind my head, holding on. “I was terrified we were going to find your body somewhere,” I confessed. “Are you hurt?”

  “My legs a little.”

  I peeked down, and there were some bloody cuts. All things considered, we were lucky.

  Markson stopped in front of us, trying to contain his happiness at finding her. “Lady America, are you injured at all?”

  “Just some scratches on my legs.”

  “Did they try to hurt you?” he continued.

  “No. They never caught up to me.”

  That’s my girl.

  All the faces wore gleefully shocked expressions at this news, but Markson was by far the happiest. “None of the other girls could have outrun them, I don’t think.”

  America let out a breath and smiled. “None of the other girls is a Five.”

  I laughed, hearing the others do the same. Not every experience in the lowers was useless.

  “Good point.” Markson gave me a pat on the shoulder while he looked at America. “Let’s get you back.” He led the way, shouting out more instructions.

  “I know you’re fast and smart, but I was terrified,” I told her as we moved.

  She put her mouth to my ear. “I lied to the officer.”

  “What do you mean?” I whispered back.

  “They did catch up with me, eventually.” I stared at her, wondering what was so bad that she didn’t want to confess it in front of the others. “They didn’t do anything, but this one girl saw me. She curtsied and ran off.”

  Relief set in. Then confusion. “Curtsied?”

  “I was surprised, too. She didn’t look angry or threatening at all. In fact, she just looked like a normal girl.” She paused a minute before adding, “She had books, lots of them.”

  “That seems to happen a lot,” I told her. “No clue what they’re doing with them. My guess is kindling. I think it’s cold where they stay.”

  It seemed more and more apparent that the rebels just wanted to ruin everything the palace had—its fine things, its walls, even its sense of safety—and taking the king’s prized possessions for the sake of having something to burn seemed like a big middle finger to the monarchy.

  Had I not seen how cruel they could be firsthand, I would have found it funny.

  The others were so close that we kept silent for the rest of the trip, but the walk felt much shorter with America in my arms. I wished it was longer. After today, I didn’t want her anywhere I couldn’t see her.

  “The next few days might be busy for me, but I’ll try to come see you soon,” I whispered as the palace came into view. I’d have to give her back to them now.

  She tilted in toward me. “Okay.”

  “Take her to Doctor Ashlar, Leger, and you’re off duty. Good job today,” Markson said, slapping my back again.

  The halls were still full of staff cleaning up from the first attack, and the nurses were so quick when we got to the hospital wing that I didn’t get to speak to America again. But as I laid her on the bed, looking at her tattered dress and sliced legs, I couldn’t help but think this was all my fault. When I traced the steps back to the very start, I knew that it was. I had to start making up for it.

  America was sleeping when I crept into the hospital wing that night. She was cleaner, but her face still seemed worried, even at rest.

  “Hey, Mer,” I whispered, rounding her bed. She didn’t stir. I didn’t dare sit, not even with the excuse of checking on the girl I rescued. I stood in the freshly pressed uniform I would only wear for the few minutes it took to deliver this message.

  I reached out to touch her, but then pulled back. I looked into her sleeping face and spoke.

  “I—I came to tell you I’m sorry. About today, I mean.” I sucked in a deep breath. “I should have run for you. I should have protected you. I didn’t, and you could have died.”

  Her lips pursed and unpursed as she dreamed.

  “Honestly, I’m sorry for a lot more than that,” I admitted. “I’m sorry I got mad in the tree house. I’m sorry I ever said to send in the stupid form. It’s just that I have this idea . . .” I swallowed. “I have this idea that maybe you were the only one I could make everything right for.

  “I couldn’t save my dad. I couldn’t protect Jemmy. I can ba
rely keep my family afloat, and I just thought that maybe I could give you a shot at a life that would be better than the one that I would have been able to give you. And I convinced myself that was the right way to love you.”

  I watched her, wishing I had the nerve to confess this while she could argue back with me and tell me how wrong I’d been.

  “I don’t know if I can undo it, Mer. I don’t know if we’ll ever be the same as we used to be. But I won’t stop trying. You’re it for me,” I said with a shrug. “You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted to fight for.”

  There was so much more to say, but I heard the door to the hospital wing open. Even in the dark, Maxon’s suit was impossible to miss. I started walking away, head down, trying to look like I was just on a round.

  He didn’t acknowledge me, barely even noticed me as he moved to America’s bed. I watched him pull up a chair and settle in beside her.

  I couldn’t help but be jealous. From that first day in her brother’s apartment—from the very moment I knew how I felt about America—I’d been forced to love her from afar. But Maxon could sit beside her, touch her hand, and the gap between their castes didn’t matter.

  I paused by the door, watching. While the Selection had frayed the line between America and me, Maxon himself was a sharp edge, capable of cutting the string entirely if he got too close. But I couldn’t get a clear idea of just how near America was letting him.

  All I could do was wait and give America the time she seemed to need. Really, we all needed it.

  Time was the only thing that would settle this.

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