At the sight of the newblood masquerading as their king, they snap into stiff, perfect salutes. I can almost hear her smiling as she pushes the release.Ī hiss-then gears turn, wires pulse, and the back of the jet yawns open to greet the last morning some of us will ever see.Ī dozen soldiers wait a respectable distance from the Blackrun, their formation tight and practiced. “Let’s make some bad decisions,” Farley says. He takes her side, falling into the role of her most lethal bodyguard. But we respond, falling into the ordered lines he taught us, with Nanny at the head. “Form up!” Cal barks, sounding a bit too much like a drill sergeant. Her hand hovers next to the ramp release, eager to press it. “Everyone ready?” Farley shouts from the rear of the jet. He grabs my arm, pulling me slightly away. “I think you’ve got it,” Kilorn says as he stands. She is not Maven rings in my head, louder than a bell. “I’m not a fool,” she replies coldly, and I almost punch her in the jaw. This is merely a reminder, a last glance at the book before the test. After all, Cal and I have both instructed her on how to pass as Maven. Act as if you have a million secrets, and you’re the only one important enough to know them all.” “Look through people,” I tell her, my voice muffled by the helmet. I do what I must, what I wish I didn’t have to, and take Nanny by the arm. The safety belts dangle in my wake, jingling together. I can’t sit any longer, and get out of my chair as fast as I can.
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