Aria shook her head. “Now?” How long until someone noticed the guards missing? “We have to get out of here.”
“You have to do it now,” Liv said. “He’ll come after us if we take it.”
“He’ll come after you regardless, Olivia,” Roar said. “We need to go.”
“He won’t,” Liv said. “Get the Still Blue. If we don’t have that, we don’t have Talon.”
There was no time to argue. Aria applied the device, and her Smartscreen appeared. She chose the Phantom icon. Soren would know whether Sable and Hess had discussed the Still Blue. She waited, expecting to fraction into the opera hall. She didn’t. Instead, two new icons appeared, generic, bearing only time counters. Soren had left her the recordings.
She chose the one with the shortest running time, growing more nervous with every passing second. Roar was in Liv’s room, listening by the door for sounds in the hall.
An image expanded on her Smartscreen. She was viewing a scratch Realm. A blank space with nothing more than darkness, broken by a single spotlight from above. Sable stood to one side, Hess to the other, the planes of their faces cut sharply by light and shadow.
Hess was wearing his official Consul uniform. Navy, trimmed with reflective slashes along the sleeve and collar. He stood rigid, straight, hands down at his sides. Sable wore a fitted black shirt and pants, and the Blood Lord chain sparkled at his neck. He had a relaxed stance, his eyes wrinkled in amusement. One man looked dangerous; the other looked deadly.
Sable spoke first. “Charming, your world. Is it always this appealing?”
Hess’s mouth lifted into a smirk. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you earlier.”
Aria realized she’d chosen the recording of their second meeting. There was no time to change. She let it play on.
“Would you prefer this?” Hess asked.
In a quiet lurch, the Realm changed. Now they stood in a thatch-roofed hut with open sides, set up high like it was on stilts. A golden savannah rolled out to the horizon, the grass undulating in waves under a warm breeze.
Hess had no idea. He had meant it as an insult. A jab at the primitive man he believed Sable to be. But for a long moment all Aria could do—all Sable could do—was stare in wonder at the sun-doused scenery. At an open, still sky. At earth that was gently baked, not cruelly burned by Aether.
Sable turned his focus back to Hess. “I do prefer it, thank you. What have you learned?”
Hess sighed. “My engineers assure me that the craft will travel over any kind of terrain. They have shields, but their effectiveness is limited. Any intense concentration of Aether will overpower them.”
Sable nodded. “I have a solution for that. What’s the total, Hess?”
“Eight hundred people. And that will be pushing their capacity.”
“That’s not enough,” Sable said.
“We were never intended to leave Reverie,” Hess said, his words clipped with frustration. “We’re not prepared for an exodus of this magnitude. Are you?”
Sable smiled. “We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I were.”
Hess ignored the jab. “We split the number evenly or the deal is off.”
“Yes. Fine,” Sable said impatiently. “We’ve been through the terms.”
In the real, Roar returned to the balcony. “We have to go,” he whispered, tugging on her arm. Aria shook her head. She couldn’t stop listening now.
“How soon can you be ready?” Sable asked Hess.
“A week to fuel and load the craft, and to organize the … the survivors. The Chosen.”
Sable nodded as he stared thoughtfully across the grassy plain. “Eight hundred people,” he said to himself. Then he faced Hess. “What will you do with the rest of your citizens?”
The color drained from Hess’s face. “What canI do with them? They’ll be told to wait for the second deployment.”
Sable’s lips lifted into a smile. “You know there won’t be a second deployment. It’s a single crossing.”
“Yes, I know that,” Hess said tightly. “But they won’t.”
Aria’s knees softened, her shoulder bumping against Liv’s. Hess and Sable were going to pick and choose who went. Who livedand who died. She couldn’t catch her breath, and she felt nauseous. Sickened by how coldly they discussed leaving people behind.
Roar’s grasp on her arm tightened. “Aria, you have to stop!”
Sounds erupted in the hall. She tensed, racing through the commands to shut off the Eye.
“In here!” someone yelled.
Roar drew his knife. Aria heard the thud of a shoulder driving open the door, and then the crash of wood against stone. In the darkness of Liv’s room, she saw a rush of movement. A black tide crashing toward them.
She backpedaled, fumbling with her satchel. Her legs slammed against the balcony wall as she shoved the Eye deep inside the leather pack. Footsteps pounded closer, and then guards appeared, shouting for them to stand down, steel flashing in the dimness.
Liv drew her half-sword from its sheath, stepping around Roar.
“Liv!” he yelled.
The guard at the helm raised a crossbow, stopping her. She stood a few paces in front of Aria and Roar, poised to slash. Sable’s guards filed in, forming a wall of red and black across the wide threshold. They were trapped on the balcony.
Everything was still, silent, except for the even, unhurried tread of footsteps. Sable’s men stepped aside as he came forward. Aria saw no trace of surprise on his face.
“The girl has the eyepiece,” one of the guards said. “I saw her put it in her bag.”
Sable’s gaze moved to her, cold and focused. Aria firmed her grip on the satchel.
“I took it,” Liv said, still in her fighting stance.
“I know.” Sable took a step forward, his chest working as he scented the air. “I knew you’d had a change of heart, Olivia. But I’d hoped you wouldn’t act on it.”
“Let them go,” Liv said. “Let them leave, and I’ll stay.”
Roar tensed beside Aria. “No, Liv!”
Sable ignored him. “What makes you think I want you to stay? You stole from me. And you’ve chosen another.” He looked to Roar. “But there might be a solution. Maybe you have too many options.”
Sable snatched the crossbow from the man at his side and trained it on Roar.
“You think that’ll change anything?” Roar said, his voice hard. “It doesn’t matter whatyou do. She’ll never be yours.”
“You think so?” Sable asked. He firmed his grip on the weapon, readying to fire.
“No!” Aria thrust the satchel out over the wall. “If you want the Smarteye back, swear you won’t hurt him. Swear in front of your men you won’t, or I’ll drop it.”
“If you do that, Dweller, I will kill you both.”
Liv surged forward, sword swinging. Sable adjusted his aim and fired. The bolt left the crossbow. Liv flew backward and fell.
Her body struck the stones with a sickening thud, like a heavy sack of grain heaved to the ground. Then she lay still.
The real was broken. It had a glitch, like the Realms. Liv wasn’t moving. She lay just a pace away from Aria’s feet. From Roar’s. Her long blond hair spilling over her chest. Through the golden strands, Aria saw the bolt that had struck her, blood seeping up, spreading deep red over her ivory shirt.
She heard Roar exhale. A singular sound. A sigh like a last breath.
Then she saw what would happen next.
Roar would attack Sable, no matter that it wouldn’t bring Liv back. No matter that half a dozen armed men stood beside their Blood Lord. Roar would try to kill Sable. But he would be the one killed, if she didn’t do something now.
She lunged. Wrapping Roar in her arms, she flung herself back, pulling them over the balcony wall. Then they were weightless and falling, falling, falling through the darkness.
33
PEREGRINE
Forget about her,” Kirra whispered, staring up at him. “She’s gone.”