Sounds of movement came from the main room—Cassian was back. She went to the doorway to watch him bend over to unlace his boots. He looked as flawless as always, robotic in his perfection, but he tugged too hard at the knots.
“Did you take care of the body?” she asked softly.
He looked up, eyes falling to his black shirt hanging on her frame. “Yes.” He handed her one of Makayla’s matching dresses, then glanced at the bedroom, where the blanket was twisted in knots. “You slept?”
“A little.” She ducked back into the bedroom to change into the dress.
“Good,” he called. “Your mind needs substantial rest after what you did to Roshian. Ideally, we would slow the training sessions, but time is of the essence. The Gauntlet module has already crossed into Kindred territory. It will be here in three days.”
She came back into the main room, smoothing out the dress. “Then we should start focusing on mind reading. That’s the only way I’ll be able to take over the testers’ minds. I’ve been practicing on my own and I can get glimmers of ideas, but nothing very substantial.” She tugged on the hem of her dress when he didn’t answer. “You haven’t changed your mind about helping us, have you?”
He finished untying the knots and kicked off his boots. “No. I haven’t.” He ran a weary hand over his face. “But I also promised to keep you safe. From the delegates, yes, but also from your own mind. It may be possible to cheat the Gauntlet, but one cannot cheat the limitations of one’s own body.” He went into the bedroom. She heard the sounds of drawers opening, clothes being swapped. She nudged his boot with her toe. Traces of dirt clung to the grooves in the bottom. She imagined Roshian’s body ripening in the sun.
Her stomach started to turn, as Cassian appeared in the doorway, as immaculate as always. With one look at her face, he said, “I made you a promise and this time I will die before I break it. Now, close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“I only know the parts of your plan that I could read from Leon’s scattered thoughts. Let me read the rest from your own mind, so I know how to help you.”
She paused, still hesitant to trust him, but then closed her eyes. He rested his hands on her shoulders. She could hear him breathing steadily above the hum of the panel. And there was that familiar probing sensation in her mind that almost tickled. She could feel him scrolling through each part of the plan. Finding and freeing Anya. Learning how to control minds from her, so Cora could stand in front of the testers and make them move like puppets at her command. Leon and Bonebreak, even the safe room for Nok and Rolf.
He dropped his hands. Deep worry was etched into his face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Is it more training? Something else I need to learn?”
He shook his head. “Something I must learn. If I am to help you run the Gauntlet your own way, I must understand your methodology.”
She blinked in surprise. “You . . . want to learn to cheat?”
“It is the only way I can help your plan succeed.”
Cora glanced toward the bedroom door, hesitantly. “Hold on.” She went back to his bedroom and took out the deck of cards she’d found earlier in his drawer, shuffling it carefully as she returned. “My cellmate at Bay Pines taught me how, over the months we roomed together. I can explain the basics. The first thing is to forget what you’re trying to cheat at, and focus on who. I can’t make these cards be anything other than what they are. But I can manipulate you. I can read your face and your tells—assuming you’re uncloaked—and learn what is important to you, so that I can exploit that.”
He leaned closer. “And what is important to me?”
Her cheeks started to warm. She focused on shuffling the cards.
“Let’s say, for argument’s sake, your particular weakness was pretty girls. Then while I was shuffling the cards, I’d play with my hair, give you a smile, do anything to keep you from looking too closely at how I was dealing the cards. If I happened to slip an ace under the table so I could play it later, you wouldn’t notice because you’d be too distracted.”
He looked at the card in her hand. “The Kindred are not distracted by pretty girls.”
She lazily spun her finger around her hair. “Are you sure?” She reached out to hide the ace in her dress, but his hand snapped over hers. “That isn’t fair,” she breathed. “I told you what I was planning to do.”
“One does not normally announce when one intends to cheat?”
“Not as a rule, no.”
“So, to summarize. Step one: learn how to distract your opponent. Step two: disarm the opponent by manipulating said weaknesses.” He rubbed his thumb gently over hers, and leaned closer. “Something like this?”
She cleared her throat, which had suddenly gone tight. “Yeah, something like that.” She set the cards on the table. “Consider that your first lesson—and I need your help in return. We’ve run into a problem getting Anya out of the Temple. There’s no backstage area.”
He shook his head. “I am watched too closely by the Council to extract her myself.” He dug in his pocket until he found a temporary removal pass. “But if you cannot get her through the tunnels, perhaps you can devise a way to go in through the front.”
She pocketed the tag, though using it seemed like an impossibility with all the Kindred guests there. “Dane’s a problem too. He isn’t going to be happy I’m still alive.”
He considered this a moment, then went into the other room and came back with Dane’s yellow yo-yo, which she’d last seen abandoned on the savanna sands. “Step one,” he said. “Learn how to distract your opponent.”
“You’re saying I should cheat him?”
“I’m saying you need to get rid of him. And if I’m starting to understand the way humans think, the best way to do that is to set up a lie. A crime, perhaps. Something that will force the Kindred guards to take him away.”
“You mean frame him.” She wrapped her fingers around the yo-yo, stashing it in her dress next to the tag. “That might work.”
By the time they returned to the Hunt, a dozen Kindred sat in the lounge, awaiting their safari departures as though it was just a regular day, completely unaware that it was the morning after Cora had killed a man. Dane was onstage announcing the most recent kill. His eyes swung in her direction; they were hooded in the spotlight, but she could read the shock in his voice as he saw her.
“I buried the body beneath the acacia tree on the far side of the watering hole,” Cassian said quietly. “It will be absorbed by tomorrow. I’ll return then, and we can restart our sessions. I’ll teach you to read minds. You’ll teach me to cheat.” He nodded toward a far table, where Arrowal sat with Fian. “Be cautious. They are always watching.”
Her lips parted. With his metallic skin reflecting the Hunt’s low lights, she thought of Nok’s stories of the gods from the Ramakien with blue skin and the ability to control the winds. But Cassian was no god. She didn’t want him to be. “Thank you.”
He gave her a nod and left as the ceremony onstage ended.
There was a scramble as Jenny and Christopher dragged a stunned antelope backstage, but Dane remained by the microphone. He shaded his eyes against the bright lights.
“I see you there, songbird.” His voice was unreadable. “Come on. Time to sing.”
She stepped onstage, fighting the urge to claw his face. He smirked, but she detected an undercurrent of fear. He was guilty of conspiring to kill humans and animals—if she breathed a word about it to the Kindred officials, he wouldn’t be headed to Armstrong.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” he muttered, through a smile for the audience. “Alive, that is. Either you convinced Roshian to let you go or you offered him an even better quarry. I had an agreeable business arrangement with him. If you messed that up, I’ll shoot you myself.”
“Well, you can ask him about it next time you see him, though I have the feeling he won’t be coming around much anymore.”
Dane glare
d at her as he stepped down from the stage.
She squinted into the bright lights until she could make out Arrowal’s silhouette at the farthest table. She smiled grimly to herself as she sang through her set. She picked old songs her grandfather had liked about card sharps and con men. In the loose part of her dress, she could feel the yo-yo.
“You won’t know what’s coming,” Cora sang, and then the words died on her lips.
The yo-yo gave her an idea.
On her next break, she managed to slip onto the veranda and wave over Mali, who was working out of the garage.
“Listen, I only have a minute,” Cora said, fumbling in her dress for Dane’s yo-yo, and then scrawling a note on the back of a cocktail napkin. “Take this. Give it to Lucky next time you go backstage and tell him to do what’s on the napkin. Then get in touch with Leon. Tell him we need him to retrieve all the tails of the dead animals from Roshian’s room.”
Mali’s mouth wrinkled in confusion. “I do not understand.”
Cora smiled. “We’re taking down Dane. Tonight, before he can cause any more trouble.”
Mali glanced at the note on the napkin, reading it quickly, and then smiled flatly.
ALL AFTERNOON, CORA SANG as though the men she was going to cheat weren’t sitting right in front of her. Dane was the first step. Arrowal would get his in due time as well.
“You can run, baby,” she sang, glancing at Dane, “but you can’t hide. If you do me wrong, I’ll get you before long. . . .”
He gave her a smirk from the bar, and she smirked right back. A second later, the backstage door slammed open.
Pika’s cheeks were splotched with red. Her braid hung forgotten over one shoulder. Cora intentionally faltered in singing so that Dane would look around. The Council members turned as well, as a ripple of unease passed through the lounge.
Dane stomped around the bar. “I told you to stay backstage.”
“You creep!” Pika launched herself at him. “I saw them in your cell! The whole cookie tin was full of them!”
He recoiled as her thin arms flailed around him. “What are you talking about? Get back inside!” He cast nervous looks between her and the Council members, who were now all watching keenly, except for Fian, whose head swiveled toward Cora instead.
The main door opened, as Tessela heard the commotion. She made a line straight for Dane and Pika.
“Listen, I don’t know what she’s—” Dane started, but Tessela dragged them both backstage as though they weighed no more than children. Arrowal started to stand, but Fian placed a heavy hand on his shoulder.
“Petty arguments,” he said. “You know how humans are.” Fian poured Arrowal another drink, glancing at Cora from the corner of his eye.
She gave him a hesitant nod of thanks.
“He’s a monster!” Pika screamed from down the hall, and Cora just had time to slip in behind them. “It’s disgusting and horrible and those poor, poor little animals!” She let out a high-pitched wail.
Cora inched closer down the hall, until she could peek into the cell room. The door to Dane’s cell was open. He was pacing, red-faced, arguing with Tessela. Lucky had one arm wrapped around Pika’s back as she sobbed into his shirt. Over her shoulder, he met Cora’s eyes. If she’d looked away for half a second, she might not have seen his quick smile.
“I swear they aren’t mine,” Dane sputtered. “Why would I want a bunch of tails? There were tokens in there! Someone replaced them!”
Pika made a gagging noise. “I can’t believe he’s been keeping tails in that cookie tin this whole time!”
Tessela picked up the whitetail deer’s tail and eyed it closely. Dane started to protest again, but she took an apparatus, which looked like a pair of binoculars, out of her safari uniform. She jabbed it at Dane and he crashed to the floor, unconscious. “This boy is no longer Head Ward,” Tessela informed them calmly. “Makayla will now assume that responsibility. Guards will come shortly to take him away for interrogation. No one is to touch him or the evidence in question.”
“What are you going to do with him?” Lucky asked.
“It is a crime to traffic in black-market objects,” Tessela said. “As we do not believe in punishment, he will be reassigned.”
Reassigned? Where were they going to reassign him to, the same drecktube they’d shoved Chicago down?
Pika still sobbed into Lucky’s shirt, clutching Dane’s yo-yo, the string hanging down limply. “I didn’t mean to find it,” she choked. “He left his yo-yo on his bed. Just sitting out in the open. He never does that. I just wanted to play with it a little, but the end of the string was caught in that cookie tin, and that’s when I found . . . ewww!”
Lucky patted Pika on the back, as though he wasn’t the one who had planted the yo-yo. Then he detached himself from Pika and came over to stand beside Cora.
“Listen, Leon’s at the drecktube door,” he said quietly. “He wants to talk to you. He said it’s urgent.”
Cora looked at Dane’s unconscious body.
She was tempted to shove him down the drecktube herself, let him get charred in the cleaner traps just like Chicago.
But no.
Whatever the Kindred had planned for him would be much more unpleasant.
32
Cora
“YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO come until after lights-out,” Cora whispered through the slats in the drecktube door. “Anyone could have heard you.”
“You worry too much.” Leon cracked the drecktube open, sniffing the air. “Hey, you wouldn’t have any more of those cake things, eh?”
“We barely have enough to keep ourselves from starving.” Commotion sounded from the cell room, and she cursed and dropped to all fours. “Scoot over. Let me in there too.”
She crawled in and gasped when he turned toward her. Dark, splotchy bruises marred the untattooed side of his face, barely visible in the glow of the bluelight track.
“What happened to you?”
“Nothing to worry about, sweetheart. A tussle.”
“Did Bonebreak do this? I thought you said we could trust him.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll slap some makeup on and look good as new.” He flipped his hand to dismiss it, but he’d started sweating again. “Anyway, listen. I got big news. He has a ship.”
“What?”
“I saw it by accident. He’ll crack every bone in my body if he finds out I told you, but I’m crap at keeping secrets, especially big ones.”
She slumped back against the drecktube wall in shock. “You mean we could go home?”
He let out a snort. “I didn’t say he’d take us. I just said he had a ship.”
“But he’s a businessman.”
“So you try negotiating with him.”
She rolled her eyes, but her head kept spinning with the possibilities. Could they really go home after the Gauntlet was over? Assuming she beat it, humanity would be freed. No more cages, no more rules. They could go home and not a single person could stop them.
“I want to know everything you can find out about that ship, short of getting yourself murdered.” Footsteps sounded outside the grate, and she went silent. “Listen,” she whispered. “The Gauntlet’s almost here. We can’t wait any longer to get Anya.”
“I told you,” Leon said. “There’s no backstage in her menagerie.”
“Cassian gave me a temporary removal pass so we can go in through the main doors. I don’t know how we’ll avoid being seen by any Kindred—” She cocked her head suddenly. “Wait, what did you say before, about your bruises? You said something about makeup.”
“It was a joke, sweetheart.”
“No!” She sat up so fast she nearly banged her head on the top of the tube. “That’s it. Only Kindred can get into the Temple menagerie, right? Think about how Roshian was able to pass as a Kindred. The weight lifting. His height. And you’re even bigger than he was.”
Leon looked down at his chest and flexed his muscles.
“We get the disguise kit from Roshian’s quarters,” she said in a rush. “We can make you look like one of them. You can just walk right in there and get Anya.”
Leon looked at her like she’d gone crazy. “The hostess chick will read my mind and know I’m a fake.”
“Then we’ll do it after hours,” Cora said. “The hostess won’t be there. There’ll just be the one off-duty guard who oversees all the menageries. You just flash the temporary removal pass and the guard won’t ask questions. It logs the visit, but by the time anyone checks the record, you’ll be long gone.”
Leon scratched the back of his head. “What about those magic doors?”
She paused. He had a good point. It wouldn’t look good if he approached a door and it didn’t slide open automatically. “I’ll have to come too,” she said at last. “We’ll pretend I’m another ward you’re taking to the medical officer. I can open the doors ahead of you, so no one will be able to tell it isn’t you doing it.”
Leon muttered something under his breath about lipstick and then reached into the back of his waistband and took out a handgun. “Well, at least we have this.”
Cora ducked at the sight of it. “Jesus!”
“Relax. It only works for the Kindred. Mali swiped it off Roshian’s body after he tried to kill you. But it can still be good for show. My dad did nineteen armed robberies back home and never once had to fire. People get freaked out if you just flash a gun around.”
“I guess we can use any advantage we can get. I’ll come back tonight.”
He saluted her with the gun. When she climbed out of the drecktube, two feet were waiting for her. Her heart raced until her eyes traveled up to a face framed by shaggy dark hair.
“Lucky,” she breathed. “I was afraid you were someone else.”
He crouched down. “You have to be more careful.”
“I know. Leon’s a bad influence.” She told him about their plan, and he rubbed a hand over his chin.
“You really think Leon can pull it off?”
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