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In response, Cal steps out into the hallway, his fists clenched, like he’s trying to keep his own hands in check Gone is the bloodstained uniforh Cal’s has a reddish tint

I want to slap him, to claw at him and scream for what he did to Farley and Tristan and Kilorn and Walsh The sparks dance insideto be loosed But after all, what did I expect? I knohat he is and what he believes in--Reds are not worth saving So I speak as civilly as I can

"Will you be leaving with your legion?" I know he isn’t, judging by the livid anger in his eyes Once I feared he would go, and noish he would I can’t believe I cared about saving hiht inanywhere Father will not allow it Not now It’s too dangerous and I’ht" Maven puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder, trying to cal to Maven, but now the crown is on a different head "You are the heir He can’t afford to lose you too"

"I’ away froht forfor a toy--hethe diplomatic Maven talk for me He always knohat to say

"Find another cause Build another cycle, double your training, drill your er passes Cal, you can do a thousand other things, and none of the killed in so up at his brother Then he se, Cal You just can’t sit still"

After a moment of harsh silence, Cal breaks into a weak sht in his bronze stare, not again

I turnon the wall "Nice aro ith your collection"

He looks stung, even confused, but quickly recovers His sone now, replaced by narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw He taps at his arift from Ptolemus I seem to share a common cause with my betrothed’s brother" My betrothed Like that’s supposed to

Maven eyes the armor warily "What do you ether withof use, even within the city"

Cold fear steals intoahatever hope and happiness last night’s success brought me "And what is that, exactly?" I hear ood killer" Cal takes a step backward, walking away fro down not just the hall but a dark and twisted path It ht me how to dance No, not for hihtmares

"Between the two of us, we’ll root out the Scarlet Guard We’ll end this rebellion once and for all"

There’s no schedule for today, as everyone is too busy leaving to teach or train Fleeing ht be a better word, because that’s certainly what this looks like froe point in the entrance hall I used to think the Silvers were untouchable gods ere never threatened, never scared Now I know the opposite is true They’ve spent so long at the top, protected and isolated, that they’ve forgotten they can fall Their strength has becohtened by such beauty But I see the cracks now It’s like the day of the bo, when I realized Silvers were not invincible Then it was an explosion--now a few bullets have shattered dia fear and paranoia beneath Silvers fleeing fro and queen oppose each other, the court has their own alliances, and Cal--the perfect prince, the good soldier--is a torturous, terrible eneood-bye, doing their duty despite the organized chaos The airships wait not far off, the whir of their engines audible even inside I want to see the greatthe crowd and I can’t stoether, twelve died last night, but I refuse to learn their na on me, not when I need my wits more than ever