trust.”
“What do you want?” I ask in desperation.
“Tell me where they are.”
“Where who are?” I ask.
“Your companions.”
“Trey?” I ask in confusion. “He was in the cell with me—did he escape?”
“He did, and so did the other one.”
“What other one—Jax? Wayra?” I ask.
“Your accomplice: the Comantre Syndic who tried to rescue you.”
“He’s not my accomplice and he wasn’t trying to rescue me! He was attempting to kidnap me, and when he failed, he tried to kill me.”
“Who is he?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I reply, “but he’s not Comantre. He’s something else entirely.”
“He picked up my men and threw them without touching them.”
“I know. I saw that. He has gifts.”
“Is he Alameeda?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. Did you lose him?”
“He escaped from his cell when you created a diversion for him.”
I scoff. “It wasn’t my plan to almost drown in my cell. The diversion was created by someone else.”
“It wasn’t our plan either. Something went wrong. Your cell was set to rain—nothing more.”
“Someone changed the setting to tsunami.”
“So it wasn’t you trying to distract the guards?” he asks.
“I don’t have any abilities like that, and if I did, I would’ve picked a different way to distract them,” I retort. “I can’t swim.” I want to ask him about Trey, but I can’t. I don’t want to give him any information that may lead them to Trey. If he’s hiding on this ship, I need to find him. “What about the other Cavars? Did they escape as well?”
He mulls over what I said, approaching me with caution. “No. We still have them—your bodyguards from the palace. They’re still tucked away safely in their cells. When we locate the other two, they may not be so fortunate.”
“What do you want to know? I’ll tell you anything—just don’t hurt Trey. He’s only trying to protect me, nothing more. He loves this house. He’s loyal to Rafe.”
Geteron steps into the ring of light I’m in. “How do the Alameeda get past our defensive shields?” he asks.
I exhale a deep breath, because he wants information on something I don’t know. I’ll have to bluff him. Before I can answer, though, a loud, squeaky hinge sounds from behind Geteron. From the open doorway, Kyon strolls into the room. His arrogant mouth twists into a smug smile. “It’s not very difficult to infiltrate your defenses. You deny the supernatural. You find her gifts illogical, even when the proof of her abilities stares you in the face.”
Geteron is confused for a moment. I’m not. I beg him, “Let me go! Please! He’s going to kill us!”
Kyon ignores me; his focus remains on Geteron. “How many times did she tell you I was coming?” he asks Geteron as he moves closer to us. “A handful? More?”
“Who are you?” Geteron asks with a wary tone. “Who let you in here?”
“No one let me in here. I killed all your guards. You didn’t answer my question. How many times did she warn you that I was coming?”
“You’re Alameeda!” Geteron sneers in an outraged tone.
“I was worried she’d convince you of our arrival scheduled for a few parts from now. I decided to change our plan—make it earlier. I thought if we arrived silently, I’d have a chance of locating her before we decimate you. I believed she’d at least attempt to warn you of my new plan. She doesn’t trust me at all; it’s a failing of hers. So I have to assume you either didn’t believe her or you harmed her in some way, making her unable or unwilling to help you. Which one is it?”
“Please let me go,” I whisper to Geteron, eyeing Kyon as he shark-smiles at Geteron.
Geteron reaches for his harbinger, but he’s not quick enough. Kyon throws a star-shaped blade; it lights up, glowing with blue fire. It makes a whirling sound as it whips forward, striking Geteron in the middle of the forehead. Once implanted, it does the scariest
“What do you want?” I ask in desperation.
“Tell me where they are.”
“Where who are?” I ask.
“Your companions.”
“Trey?” I ask in confusion. “He was in the cell with me—did he escape?”
“He did, and so did the other one.”
“What other one—Jax? Wayra?” I ask.
“Your accomplice: the Comantre Syndic who tried to rescue you.”
“He’s not my accomplice and he wasn’t trying to rescue me! He was attempting to kidnap me, and when he failed, he tried to kill me.”
“Who is he?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I reply, “but he’s not Comantre. He’s something else entirely.”
“He picked up my men and threw them without touching them.”
“I know. I saw that. He has gifts.”
“Is he Alameeda?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. Did you lose him?”
“He escaped from his cell when you created a diversion for him.”
I scoff. “It wasn’t my plan to almost drown in my cell. The diversion was created by someone else.”
“It wasn’t our plan either. Something went wrong. Your cell was set to rain—nothing more.”
“Someone changed the setting to tsunami.”
“So it wasn’t you trying to distract the guards?” he asks.
“I don’t have any abilities like that, and if I did, I would’ve picked a different way to distract them,” I retort. “I can’t swim.” I want to ask him about Trey, but I can’t. I don’t want to give him any information that may lead them to Trey. If he’s hiding on this ship, I need to find him. “What about the other Cavars? Did they escape as well?”
He mulls over what I said, approaching me with caution. “No. We still have them—your bodyguards from the palace. They’re still tucked away safely in their cells. When we locate the other two, they may not be so fortunate.”
“What do you want to know? I’ll tell you anything—just don’t hurt Trey. He’s only trying to protect me, nothing more. He loves this house. He’s loyal to Rafe.”
Geteron steps into the ring of light I’m in. “How do the Alameeda get past our defensive shields?” he asks.
I exhale a deep breath, because he wants information on something I don’t know. I’ll have to bluff him. Before I can answer, though, a loud, squeaky hinge sounds from behind Geteron. From the open doorway, Kyon strolls into the room. His arrogant mouth twists into a smug smile. “It’s not very difficult to infiltrate your defenses. You deny the supernatural. You find her gifts illogical, even when the proof of her abilities stares you in the face.”
Geteron is confused for a moment. I’m not. I beg him, “Let me go! Please! He’s going to kill us!”
Kyon ignores me; his focus remains on Geteron. “How many times did she tell you I was coming?” he asks Geteron as he moves closer to us. “A handful? More?”
“Who are you?” Geteron asks with a wary tone. “Who let you in here?”
“No one let me in here. I killed all your guards. You didn’t answer my question. How many times did she warn you that I was coming?”
“You’re Alameeda!” Geteron sneers in an outraged tone.
“I was worried she’d convince you of our arrival scheduled for a few parts from now. I decided to change our plan—make it earlier. I thought if we arrived silently, I’d have a chance of locating her before we decimate you. I believed she’d at least attempt to warn you of my new plan. She doesn’t trust me at all; it’s a failing of hers. So I have to assume you either didn’t believe her or you harmed her in some way, making her unable or unwilling to help you. Which one is it?”
“Please let me go,” I whisper to Geteron, eyeing Kyon as he shark-smiles at Geteron.
Geteron reaches for his harbinger, but he’s not quick enough. Kyon throws a star-shaped blade; it lights up, glowing with blue fire. It makes a whirling sound as it whips forward, striking Geteron in the middle of the forehead. Once implanted, it does the scariest
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