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"Sevro?"

"Reaper."

"What did you do?"

"Mustang brought us a package. Let's just say"-Quinn grins at my shoulder-"it's not their cook."

I unzip the bag and gawk.



"Are you mad?" I ask him.

He just howls.

18.

BLOODSTAINS.

Father once told me that a h.e.l.ldiver can never stop. You stop and the drill can jam. The fuel burns too quickly. The quota might be missed. You never stop, just shift drills if the friction gets too hot. Caution comes second. Use your inertia, your momentum. That is why we dance. Transfer movement into more movement. Uncle Narol always told me to stop. He was wrong. Blew so many drill bits because of him.

Then again, Narol lived longer than Father, so maybe he has a point.

My Howlers jump with me out the window and we don't stop when we dive into the black storm. We freefall, piercing the clouds without the use of our gravBoots. Like black rain screaming toward the ground. I'm first. I feel them behind me. My Howlers. The oxygen is thin at first. I hold my breath. My eyeb.a.l.l.s nearly freeze in their sockets. Tears trickle out. My body shivers as the cold wind bites me.

We use our gravBoots now to cut across the Citadel. Skirt among the clouds to keep from sight. Villas beneath. Buildings, gardens, and parks. Barracks and statued plazas. A ripWing cuts through the sky. We slide behind a spire and stick there like spiders till our scanners say he's pa.s.sed. I shiver amid my armored friends. Then we float down again. A kilometer from the villa. Weed carries Sevro's present now. Slung around his back, it weighs him down a bit.

I land on the wall that surrounds the villa and separates it from the other compounds where the other notable families hunker in fear of what the night brings.

It's warmer now that we're lower to the ground. Howlers land around me, looking like gargoyles on the wall. Darkness claims the villa's grounds.

"We're early?" I wonder. No signs of fighting. But the lights are out.

"Or late," Sevro says, "if they were murdered in their beds."

"This is to look like a Bellona ma.s.sacre. The Sovereign won't want to be implicated." But what does that even mean? The Bellona would come with Grays, Obsidians, Golds, and despite all their vaunted honor, they would destroy every last woman and child with any means at their disposal. You do not let your foot off the throat of an enemy and remain powerful, as they have, for hundreds of years.

The killing will be silent, though. The Sovereign may control the Citadel, but chaos would bring unwelcome eyes, unwelcome variables, and it would make her look weak. Better to have the act done. Better to say the Bellona did it and d.a.m.n what anyone thinks. With the Augustans dead, what is the point in mourning them? That's how Golds think. But if they are alive having escaped a.s.sa.s.sination ... well, that's another thing entirely.

"Quinn." I lean close so I can hear her whisper.

"Visual is too clear. If they have optics, they'll spot us up on the wall." She points to the roof. "We can make an incursion there. Sweep down level by level." I hear the worry in her voice.

"We'll get Roque," I say. "Promise." I pat her arm. "Sevro, how long till we have the shuttle?"

"Mustang is ten out."

I pop my neck and rub the rain between my fingers. "Per aspera ad astra."

"Through the thorns to the stars." Sevro snickers. "You fancy little fart. Omnis vir lupus." Everyone a wolf. The Howlers flash smiles to one another, and we rip away from the wall.

We land on the roof. Silent and dark. Weed stays on the high wall with Mustang's present squirming in the bag. Predators, we stalk over clay tiles in through a window on the villa's seventh level, two at a time. The place is a complex. Dozens of rooms. Seven levels. Fountains running throughout. Baths. Bas.e.m.e.nt. Steam rooms. Their infrared is worthless, then. Too much hot water going through pipes. It's quiet as a crypt in here.

We creep along, checking the bedrooms, flowing like water around one another as we did at the Inst.i.tute. Sevro and Thistle ghost ahead, scouting. GravBoots deactivated so the hum can't be heard. There's not a soul to be seen. Every room empty, beds unmade, including the ArchGovernor's. The Augustans are not here. So where are they?

They've no military armaments besides some armor and razors and a few pulseFists. The bodyguards were wiped out before they even returned to the villa. Augustus and his entourage couldn't have climbed the walls. Perhaps they flew away on gravBoots? But they would have been spotted. Shot down. We only slipped in because we're unexpected.

"Captured?" Sevro asks.

No. For the Praetorians tonight, the only good Augustan is a dead one.

Pop.

We all look at one another. A jamField has just gone up. A big one. We're inside it. Likely, the whole villa complex is inside it. Something's about to happen. I glance out the window and see a shadow moving across the garden lawn. Three shadows in the rain. I duck and signal Sevro. Praetorians. GhostCloaks. My heart makes my rib cage rattle.

He moves to the window, about to jump out to try to kill them. I pull him back.

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing?" I whisper.

He scowls. "I want to kill someone."

"Not yet, dammit. We're not an army."

No one on the seventh level. We go down a circular marble stairwell. Their oiled armor creaks softly, echoing down the cavernous stairwell. We can see the marble of the first level more than a hundred feet beneath, but no movement. The first blood is found on the sixth level, seeping from the steam room. Pull the door open, heart throbbing into my throat, ready to see mutilated Golds. It's a sadder sight.

More than twenty Pinks, Browns, and Violets thought to hide in this room. The Bellona and Praetorians found them. Killed them. It is a queer sight. Each death so clean. Jab wounds to the skull. Just shows how little chance these poor servants had. The Golds put them down like cattle. I search through them frantically, hoping not to find her. Praying. She's not here-Theodora must be with the rest of them.

A cold rage fills me. I feel it seep into the Howlers.

We find the first dead Gold at the stairwell down to the fifth floor. An old knight of my house. His death was not pretty. We find another dead man farther on by a gravLift. He fell as if defending the lift while others descended.

Out the window, I glimpse the Augustan lancer who mocked my skills with the razor only a day ago. She rushes from the house to the gardens. A shape coalesces out of the darkness. A Gold Praetorian with purple fringe to his black armor chases her down. Two Bellona Obsidians hem her in, forcing her to turn straight into her pursuer. He kills her with one swing. Nothing to be done. Her death is so fast. One moment she is panting, fearing, running. The next, both parts of her fall to the ground.

"These Praetorians don't play with their food," Sevro mutters. Quinn looks at me, her eyes tracing the absence of armor or a helmet. She offers her own. I ignore her.

"Darrow, we didn't come all this way to watch you die of a blow to the head."

"Get off it," I say to her. "Roque will write a thousand gory poems if you get so much as a b.u.mp on yours."

"Keep the helmet, Q," Sevro begs. "If only because I hate poems."

I let my borrowed razor slither into my palm and move through the level. At the door of each room, my blood races. I expect to find Roque's corpse. Expect to see Victra's mangled body.

Sevro holds up a hand at the fourth-floor stairwell and motions me forward. I slip toward him with Quinn and peer down. Dust rises up the circular stairwell. Beyond it, on the bottom-floor landing, shadows move. But there is no noise. Sevro bends and places a piece of debris on the edge of a banister, gesturing me to watch. The Howlers cl.u.s.ter around, staring at it, and I stiffen. Though there is no sound, the piece of debris rocks slightly.

Vibrations in the building.

Before Sevro and the others can stop me, I jump over the banister and rip down the center of the spiral stairwell with ten times the velocity this moon's gravity would allow. Pop. I enter the domain of a second jamField, and sounds of war rattle over me. Concussive blasts, yelling, burners hissing out bullets, pulse weapons warbling like demented ghosts. The moment before I land, I tweak my gravBoots, jerking myself to a powerful stop. I slap into the marble and swing my razor around my head in a violent loop. Four Praetorian Grays die. Eight thumps. .h.i.tting the floor. Their ghostCloaks disintegrate like thin window frost against hot breath.

Bodies, strewn across the halls. Rubble. Fires. Grays and Obsidians chase down Augustan Golds. Six Grays overwhelm two Golds with railRifles, magnetic ammunition screaming into aegises till they overload and warp backward, consuming the Golds' left arms. Rounds slap into the pulseShields that cover their bodies, overloading the circuitry. The Grays slip forward with practiced precision and shoot the Golds point-blank in their helmeted heads. The best armor in the Solar System crumples inward and the man and woman are gone. The Grays turn in my direction, level their rifles, and my Howlers cascade down around me. Their black aegises throb against the vambraces that cover their left forearms. They block the incoming fire. Sevro slips from formation. Quinn follows. Ghosting, they flicker in and out of sight, moving as twin strands of smoke. Somehow they're among the Grays, then back by my side before the Grays fall.

More weaponfire slams into our formation, nearly taking my naked head off. I duck behind my armored fellows. Terror pumps through me. A Gray pops into the hall and fires a microShot at us. Thirty tiny bombs spread out like a swarm of hornets. Thistle and Rotback blast the swarm apart with their pulseFists. A sheet of blue fire billows through the hall. A second swarm of bombs howls after the first. Quinn shunts off the power to her gravFist and shoots at the swarm of bombs just before they hit. They reverse course, back the way they came, where they slap into the Gray squad and detonate.

We won't last in here. Nothing will, I decide, when three Bellona Obsidians lope into view, Karnus au Bellona following at their heels. Some of my friends will die on this level if we fight all who come against us. There's a better way. A smarter way.

"Sevro, make a hole!" I shout, pointing seven stories above us, up the center gap in the stairwell. He shoots his pulseFist upward and chunks of stone rain down around us, suspended by Quinn's gravFist. Sevro shoots again and water rains down through the hole, swirling in the gravity bubble Quinn created. I stand and yell, "On me!"

We ascend out of the chaos before the Praetorians fall on us. I come to a halt two hundred meters above the villa. Wind whips. I had no plan when I dove down to the first level. I thought only of my friends. Now I know the Howlers and I will be killed if we fight. I let my razor curl placidly around my arm. I instruct the Howlers to do the same and I roar into the darkness.

"AJA!" The Howlers close around me, nervous as we float exposed above the villa. The storm sends sheets of rain down on us. "AJA!"

A horde of Praetorians disengage their ghostCloaks near the hot springs and lagoon, where the infrared is thrown into chaos by the heat of the water. Two Praetorians rocket up from the garden, cutting through pine trees, one a Stained. He flies closer, leveling his ionFist at my head.

"Get that thing out of my goryd.a.m.n face, you Stained whelp. Don't you recognize your betters?" A Praetorian Gold joins him. I don't recognize the woman. Her serpent helm recoils into her purple-black armor, sleeker than the Obsidians'. Face sharp and ruthless as an axe-head.

"Varga, heel," she snaps. The Stained lowers his weapon. His helmet slides into his own Praetorian armor, and I discover Varga is a she. An Obsidian a head shorter than I, with a tribal tattoo consuming her pale face. White hair flutters behind her. More scars on her face than I have on my entire body.

"Ebony dog," Sevro snaps. "I'll shoot her if she snarls again."

"Were you the squad in the stairwell?" The Gold glances over us, unsure of what to make of me or my Howlers. "You killed my Grays."

"Don't weep over Grays," I say. "They raised their hands against me."

"Why are you here?" She wipes the rain from her face. "The Sovereign confined you to your room for the night. Are you responsible for the power outage?"

"My business is the Sovereign's." She can't afford not to believe me.

She pauses a beat and I realize she has optics in her eyes. She checks a database. "Liar."

The Stained's weapon comes back up.

"You know who I am, Praetorian," I say with as much authority as I can muster. "You also know I'm not on your list to kill. I have immunity."

"Revoked."

"So take me to Aja."

"Aja isn't here."

"Don't lie to me."

Her optics flicker in her irises as she receives a digital command. "Follow me."

We land on white stones and follow the Praetorian through the trees toward the lagoon where the hot springs terminate.

"What are you doing?" Sevro whispers in my ear, eyeing Varga. He flips the woman the crux with his middle finger wrapped around the index.

"I'm using your leverage."

Aja stands in the garden, flanked by Bellona-two Gold, the rest Obsidian. Only the one Stained, Varga. The lagoon breathes tendrils of steam around the Protean Knight's shoulders. She watches the water impa.s.sively, like a child watching a campfire, waiting for a log to burn.

"Darrow?" Aja purrs without looking at me. "You're not in your room." She sizes up the Howlers. Recognizes them. "And you killed my men. Fitchner was wrong about you."

"I have something you'll want," I say sharply. "But call off your dogs."

"They tried to escape before we came, even with their gravBoots confiscated. Foolish attempt. They tried to contact the Julii, but they've been bought."

"Victra?" I ask. She betrayed us.

"Alive. With the rest. She'll be spared thanks to her mother's cooperation. Two Augustan ships made an effort to run our blockade in orbit. We shot them down. The Augustans are like cornered badgers."

"Lions," I remind her.

She flicks blood off her razor. "Not quite."

"Are any still alive?" I keep the panic from my voice and glance back at the villa.

"The prizes are."

I breathe a sigh of relief.

She lets her razor slither into her hand. It goes rigid and she turns my way. Slitted pupils drink in the light. "Your friends are in the lagoon. They hid there because our infrared is blinded by the pool's heat. A desperate last attempt. The air filtration systems on their helmets will have short-circuited from the EMP. So all they'll have is the air in their helmets. Not much of it either. They won't last fifteen minutes. Those who don't have helmets ... perhaps six minutes. Soon they'll bob up, like apples." She smiles pleasantly. "I'm saving them for Karnus; he is inside finishing up the diversions. He's a pleasure to watch, isn't he?"

Hot rain clatters on our armor. The only sound.

"Why are you here, Andromedus, and not in your room?" Aja plays with her razor, slicing raindrops in half. "The Sovereign was very clear."

"I have something you'll want," I repeat.

"What I want is for Octavia to be obeyed. Fly back to your room, boy, and take a nice shower and fondle the Rose we left in your bed. Drain your anger or whatever this is into her. And leave your oath whole. Do not raise a finger against me. You have killed Grays only. That is easily forgotten, yes? Return, and she will think this only a flight of youth. Stay, and I will add your corpse and those of your Bronzie friends to the heap."

The Howlers bristle behind me.

"As you killed the servants?" I ask heatedly. "Like goats for slaughter."

Aja turns back to the pool. "It's time you left, Reaper."

"You're disgusting." I step closer to her. "All this power, and this is how you use it? Killing families in the middle of the goryd.a.m.n night. Base fact is, you're a disgrace. I hope you remember the pain you brought others when I stand over your corpse."

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