I turn right, away from the main cavern, automatically making for Sean and the classroom. He’s got the children sleeping in there, little mattresses lined up, their bodies small lumps under the blankets. He’s standing silent watch over our innocents as they sleep, his expression unreadable. I wonder if he envies them.

Then he spots the shifting shadow as I pause in the doorway, and he turns to make his way over to me. “How’s your head?” No hint of his usual tease, his gaze searching.

“Sore, but thick-skulled as usual. Takes a harder hit than that to kill me.”

Sean’s voice remains low, thoughtful. “I’ve spent all night thinking it over, trying to work out how the trodaire escaped. Doesn’t make sense, especially since you had the only key to the door.”

A heavy weight settles inside me, and when I look up, his gaze is waiting.

He speaks again, almost inaudible. “If I figured it out, how long do you think it’ll take McBride and the others to get there?”

“Sean, I—”

“You’ve signed our death warrants, Flynn. All of us.” The note of betrayal in his voice cuts me far deeper than the anger.

“This is how we start to find common ground,” I reply, hoping my face doesn’t show how guilty I feel. “She’s not what you think. She’s different from the others.”

“Different?” Sean’s jaw tightens, eyes shadowing abruptly with horror. “God, you like her. Flynn, please. Tell me you don’t think—”

“Of course not,” I snap, then lower my voice with an effort when a few of the children behind my cousin stir in their beds. “But if there’s a chance she’ll help us, I have to take it.”

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“She’s a trodaire.”

“I don’t think that means she deserves to die for doing her job.”

“Her job is to die,” he hisses. “Or make sure we do.”

“She didn’t kill me when she escaped, and she could have.”

He watches me for a long moment, and I can feel my heart thumping to count out the seconds. “Give me the key,” he says finally.

“Key?”

“To the cell she was in.” He holds out his hand, gesturing with his fingers for me to hurry up. “They find it on you, and you’re done.”

My breath rattles out in an unsteady sigh, and I fish around in my pocket for the key I used to let Jubilee out. Sean takes it and shoves it into his own pocket, scanning the corridor beyond me before moving past to head up the tunnel.

“Sean.” My voice makes him pause. “Thank y—”

“Don’t,” he interrupts. “Just—stop.” Then he’s gone, no doubt to find some place to stash the key where no one will find it.

I walk slowly down the corridor and take a left, ducking away from the noise, the people. Except as soon as I find quiet, I can hear Jubilee Chase instead.

Now what, Romeo?

I make my way down a set of stairs, into the darker, quieter parts of the cave complex. Somewhere I can think.

Here, the rough surfaces of the rocks aren’t smoothed back, and stretches of plastene cover holes to other caverns that would let in drafts. It’s only when I round a corner that I figure out where my feet are taking me—toward the munitions storeroom, where thick metal doors still stand between McBride and outright war. To look at a solid, physical reminder that he hasn’t won yet.

The fear Sean was right thumps hard in my chest. If he worked out I helped Jubilee, how much longer can it be until McBride does? Still, he lacks the proof, and while I have breath, I can keep fighting.

I just wish I knew what I was fighting for. What the world I want would look like. The fear and anger in the air tonight make clearer than ever that any chance of peace is vanishing right before our eyes. McBride’s gaining followers, and soon the tide will turn.

I pull a lantern from its hook on the wall, turning the last corner.

There’s a twisted hole where the lock used to be on the munitions storeroom doors, jagged edges burned and blackened by a blowtorch. All I can hear is my pulse pounding.

My hand flies up to my neck, scrabbling there for the chain that holds the key. It catches against my fingers and I haul it out, the edge pressing into my skin as I grip it. But now my brain’s translating what it sees, and I realize nobody needed the key to do this.

McBride isn’t waiting for the tide to turn, not anymore. He’s not waiting to win over the hearts and minds of all our people.

I acted alone, and now he’s done the same. The cabinet is empty. All our guns, our explosives, everything he needs to provoke the trodairí into all-out war—they’re gone.

She’s hiding under the counter again, and the green-eyed boy is there too. They’re listening to the girl’s parents fight.

“If we just give them what they want, they’ll leave us alone.” The girl’s father speaks in a tight, sharp voice. His fear calls to the girl’s fear, and she swallows, her palms sweaty.

“Let them win?” Her mother is afraid too, but her anger is stronger. “Let them use our shop, our home, to stage their rebellion? What about our daughter? Do you think she should help them with their plans?”

“We could go to Babel, visit your father. He hasn’t seen Jubilee since she was a baby, I’m sure he’d take us in for a few weeks.”

“I’m not letting them turn our home into a war zone.”




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