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Mom and Dad were glowing with pride, while May’s and Gerad’s enthusiasm jumped from the image. Kenna sat upright in the bed, holding a tiny pink bundle, looking equal parts thrilled and exhausted. James, Kenna’s husband, was beaming, standing over his wife and daughter with puffy eyes. Everyone was there except for Kota and me. I slipped the glossy photo from behind the note. I can’t believe how pretty she is! Here’s a picture for you. Do you think we’ll be together for Christmas? Not that far away! I’ve got to get back to helping Kenna and James. I wish you were here to meet her in person, but we all understand you need to be at the palace right now. I recognized May’s handwriting instantly and tore open the envelope, devouring her words. My maids were missing, but a small silver platter holding an envelope was waiting on the bed. I climbed the stairs, exiting somewhere on the first floor, and continued to my room with my shoes still hooked on my fingers. I was so irritated by the whole situation, I didn’t wait for Silvia or the other girls.
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Silvia showed absolutely no remorse when, twenty minutes later, a different guard came, telling us we were free to go upstairs. The guard and I shared an exasperated look and parted ways. “Get an official order from the king, and we’ll return. After my little stunt on the Report a few days ago, it seemed that had dissolved into nothing. Silvia and I had built a friendship of sorts as she unknowingly helped me distract myself from Maxon and Aspen with her extra lessons. She fixed me with a stare that might have stopped a rebel in his tracks, and I shut my mouth. “Has the king deemed it safe? If not, you’re putting these girls in a very dangerous position.” Silvia, running her hands over her clothes to smooth them, spoke for us. Weren’t in the mood for a fight today, I guess.” The rebels ran as soon as the shots were fired. We stood on the steps, breathing heavily. Kriss and I turned together, watching as the uniform became clear. We continued on, the sound of our escape covering the shouts until one man’s voice rang out right on top of us. I wanted to be irritated that she said it, but I knew we were all thinking the same thing.Īs we descended into the darkness, I tried to reconcile myself to the hours that would be wasted, hiding like mice. “Damn it, Elise, pick up the pace!” Celeste yelled. We started down the stairs, Elise and Silvia heading the charge. “Here it is!” Silvia called, pushing a mysterious panel in a wall. Even now, as I hoped Maxon would choose me, a world without Aspen felt unimaginable. I couldn’t see a life for me that didn’t include Aspen.
Maybe his patience with me was falling short, his ability to see only the best in me running dry. And then I’d ended up staying and had given him no explanation as to why. I had been about to leave the palace and had asked him to give me some space to get over the Selection. Our last conversation wasn’t exactly a happy one. While I could easily be at peace with the things we didn’t need to say, I had no such luck with the things we’d said out loud. And saying nothing, he’d answer I know, just take care of yourself. In a split second, without a word, I could tell him Be careful and stay safe.
There was a problem, and he was on his way to fix it. Aspen didn’t look afraid or even startled. The guards passing us were completely indistinguishable from one another until a set of green eyes locked with mine. I found myself admiring them, wondering at the courage it took to run toward danger for the sake of other people. We followed her through a maze of hallways, looking for a path to the basement, watching as guard after guard ran in the opposite direction. “How do we get downstairs from here?” Elise asked. “Less talking, more moving!” Silvia yelled. “If it’s me, I’ll wear sneakers every day. “One of us is going to have to get used to it,” Celeste said, her breath labored. “I hate running in these shoes,” Kriss muttered, a heap of dress draped over her arm, eyes focused on the end of the hall. There was no more patience left for these attacks. Whether they came with guns or stones, anyone showing the smallest level of aggression within sight of the palace would die.
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Within seconds, the guards had lined up at the windows and were firing, and the bursts of sound echoed in my ears as we fled. Kriss grabbed my arm, pulling me, and I broke into a run alongside her as we made our way to the exit. Celeste let out a high-pitched scream and bolted toward the back of the room, barely escaping a shower of glass. Elise immediately hit the ground and started crawling for the side door, whimpering as she went. THIS TIME WE WERE IN the Great Room enduring another etiquette lesson when bricks came flying through the window. The boy who climbed into the tree house in my heart
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