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his secrets. Sent you chasing after a little girl in a wingjet instead of helping him with his next plan.”
Elom’s face turned to stone.
“And you couldn’t even do that one small thing.” Her voice whispered along the walls, inescapable. “You tortured me, you captured Aris, and yet here we are. Aris and I are free. Alive. And you are trapped in this cell, your own life stolen, your own lips the ones that will finally bring Balias down.”
Elom lunged.
The guards reached him just as the shackle on his ankle clanked, jerking him back. He struggled against their restraining hands, his face inches from Galena’s, only the small lick of blue fire separating them.
“Your man will never get
close
to Balias,” Elom growled, his eyes bulging. “Unless he can sneak his way into the ward’s palace. Balias hasn’t granted an audience with me in months.” Some of his anger relaxed, and he stopped fighting the guards. His lips curved mockingly. “All that hard work to replace me, and my failure will be yours as well.”
The palace. The real Balias was at the palace.
Galena didn’t react, just held herself together, every breath keeping her heart from beating out of her chest.
“Balias went to great trouble to break you out of here,” she said calmly. “Why is that, do you think, if you’re of so little importance to him now?”
Elom tapped a finger to his temple, as his arrogant mask slipped back into place. “I may not carry all of his secrets, but I carry enough.”
Galena stepped back and extinguished the flame. The guards released him. She glanced toward the blank silver wall at her right, knowing the interrogators were watching. Behind her, the door slid open. Just before she turned to leave, she gave Elom a little nod. “I appreciate your cooperation. This has been very . . . enlightening.”
She didn’t wait for his reaction or listen for the rattle of his chains as she left. When the door had closed behind the guards, she turned to them. “I need you to get Ward Nekos and Lieutenant Latza on comms. Right away.”
Finally, Elom had given her something they could use.
Chapter 12
Dysis was back at Spiro. The graceful, rounded buildings shimmered in the first golden rays of dawn. The morning was serene, except for a quiet, persistent beeping.
Beep. Beep. Beep
.
It was incessant. Inescapable. And somehow, she knew exactly what it was.
A bomb.
She started to run. The air held her back, thick as mud. She screamed, but the sound was swallowed instantly. The beeping grew louder. She pushed against her invisible restraints, yelled silently into the empty day. She had to warn them, she had to stop—
An explosion rocked the compound, shooting fire and ash into the sky. Dysis collapsed onto the rough tarmac, heard the whine of approaching Safaran wingjets. Wept as they bombed the stationpoint again and again.
The scene tilted and reformed. Before her, where Spiro once stood, was a crater, burnt bodies filling it, spilling out. Dysis crawled forward, tears stinging her cheeks. She should have been able to help them. She should have—
Hands gripped her shoulders, yanking her out of the dream.
“Dysis, Dysis, hey.” The voice shook her awake, just as the hands did.
She opened her eyes to find Calix above her, his face drawn with concern.
It took her all of a second to push him away. “What the hell? Back off, man.”
Calix retreated, but only to the end of her bed. He sat down, his weight pulling the sheets tight against her calves. “I’m sorry. You were screaming.” He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck, looking unnerved.
“I’m fine. You can leave now.” She shifted, trying to get comfortable. Her side still ached.
Calix studied her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She shrugged and tried to hold his stare, hoping she radiated calm indifference. At least this nightmare hadn’t featured Daakon, his dead eyes staring into her soul, his rotted mouth asking why she’d let him
Elom’s face turned to stone.
“And you couldn’t even do that one small thing.” Her voice whispered along the walls, inescapable. “You tortured me, you captured Aris, and yet here we are. Aris and I are free. Alive. And you are trapped in this cell, your own life stolen, your own lips the ones that will finally bring Balias down.”
Elom lunged.
The guards reached him just as the shackle on his ankle clanked, jerking him back. He struggled against their restraining hands, his face inches from Galena’s, only the small lick of blue fire separating them.
“Your man will never get
close
to Balias,” Elom growled, his eyes bulging. “Unless he can sneak his way into the ward’s palace. Balias hasn’t granted an audience with me in months.” Some of his anger relaxed, and he stopped fighting the guards. His lips curved mockingly. “All that hard work to replace me, and my failure will be yours as well.”
The palace. The real Balias was at the palace.
Galena didn’t react, just held herself together, every breath keeping her heart from beating out of her chest.
“Balias went to great trouble to break you out of here,” she said calmly. “Why is that, do you think, if you’re of so little importance to him now?”
Elom tapped a finger to his temple, as his arrogant mask slipped back into place. “I may not carry all of his secrets, but I carry enough.”
Galena stepped back and extinguished the flame. The guards released him. She glanced toward the blank silver wall at her right, knowing the interrogators were watching. Behind her, the door slid open. Just before she turned to leave, she gave Elom a little nod. “I appreciate your cooperation. This has been very . . . enlightening.”
She didn’t wait for his reaction or listen for the rattle of his chains as she left. When the door had closed behind the guards, she turned to them. “I need you to get Ward Nekos and Lieutenant Latza on comms. Right away.”
Finally, Elom had given her something they could use.
Chapter 12
Dysis was back at Spiro. The graceful, rounded buildings shimmered in the first golden rays of dawn. The morning was serene, except for a quiet, persistent beeping.
Beep. Beep. Beep
.
It was incessant. Inescapable. And somehow, she knew exactly what it was.
A bomb.
She started to run. The air held her back, thick as mud. She screamed, but the sound was swallowed instantly. The beeping grew louder. She pushed against her invisible restraints, yelled silently into the empty day. She had to warn them, she had to stop—
An explosion rocked the compound, shooting fire and ash into the sky. Dysis collapsed onto the rough tarmac, heard the whine of approaching Safaran wingjets. Wept as they bombed the stationpoint again and again.
The scene tilted and reformed. Before her, where Spiro once stood, was a crater, burnt bodies filling it, spilling out. Dysis crawled forward, tears stinging her cheeks. She should have been able to help them. She should have—
Hands gripped her shoulders, yanking her out of the dream.
“Dysis, Dysis, hey.” The voice shook her awake, just as the hands did.
She opened her eyes to find Calix above her, his face drawn with concern.
It took her all of a second to push him away. “What the hell? Back off, man.”
Calix retreated, but only to the end of her bed. He sat down, his weight pulling the sheets tight against her calves. “I’m sorry. You were screaming.” He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck, looking unnerved.
“I’m fine. You can leave now.” She shifted, trying to get comfortable. Her side still ached.
Calix studied her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She shrugged and tried to hold his stare, hoping she radiated calm indifference. At least this nightmare hadn’t featured Daakon, his dead eyes staring into her soul, his rotted mouth asking why she’d let him
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