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I’ll find whoever did this, and I’ll tear the, up past her bedti to the click of i tiles She’s curled up with her blanket under the felted table, surrounded by her mother’s friends on all sides

A tile etched with the picture of a chrysantheet it" An arirl stares--it’s covered in tattoos, more than she’s ever seen in one place

The adults chat as the girl’s irl to sleep

"Who atch the store while I’

"I can do that," says the one? Who atch her then?"

I’M WATCHING FROM AN ALLEYWAY between a barracks and theaway, and I can’t see Molly’s huge silhouette anywhere, and I can’t do anything but stand here, hands curled into fists, and wait If my people did this, and they see me, all hell will break loose More people will die

When Jubilee stalks past, I’rab her ar in the same split second that she’ll probably break my nose for this I’m sure if she were any less shocked, she would Instead, I catch a gli wild in her eyes, of a soot-stained hand lifting to reach for me, and I duck "Jubilee, it’s me"

With a wordless sound, her face stricken, she jerks back from me and stumbles to crash into the barracks wall The joltwith an effort--and then she sees oes clattering into theat h she has to convince herself I’uish and relief on her face hasbefore I can think to stop ainst htly, and for a , as the chaos beyond the ht you--" she rasps, easing a half an inch away, shaken by the intensity of her own reaction

I’m a little shaky myself, and I have to clear my throat before I can speak "I was on my way to the supply shed when I heard the shouts Where’s Molly? He was in there when I left, I should--"

My words die in my throat as the look on her face delivers the news Our hands fall apart, and I have to brace against the ht one of the rebels who did it" She turns toward theto interrogation, they’re taking hi my voice stumble "Maybe I can convince him to talk Offer hirief over her friend turning white-hot She retrieves her gun froets justice"

"And if he’s one of McBride’snext?" I can’t i the fire It has to have been a ht, but the desire for vengeance runs al it echo deep within my own heart; whoever killedher Gleidel back into its holster, she "

When we reach the holding cells, she sends away the guard with a couple of snapped orders The nervous corporal looks atbefore he vanishes Perhaps he hopes I’ll stop her fro the prisoner

My heart sinks when I see who’s huddled on the bench in the corner of the rooray with ash, his eyes red with srief He was only ever in the swaae far by to ask him where she was, more forcefully every time Then he met Mike, and he had reason to stay But he’s no blood-soaked rebel He used to be a biology assistant

His head’s down, exhaustion and fear taking their toll Jubilee doesn’t hesitate, sla the cell door behind us "Who did this?" she snarls, stalking over to meet him eye to eye

She was too blinded by shock and the Fury in the caves to recognize the h remembers her When he lifts his head, his eyes fix on her face with a single- to kill me anyway, trodaire" He spits the word "I won’t help you kill anyone else"