LOGINELLARIA.“Tate!”He didn’t stop.He was fast when he wanted to be and right now he wanted to be and he was weaving around everything on the path without slowing once. I went after him calling his name and he kept going like he couldn’t hear me or had decided not to.“Tatum!”Nothing.He ducked around the corner of the nearest house and I pushed myself faster and came around after him and he was already halfway down the next stretch of path putting more distance between us with every second.A hand closed around my elbow and pulled me to a stop.I spun around.Arren.“Wait here,” he said. Gently. “Let me go after him.”I knocked his hand off my elbow. “I don’t need your help.”I turned and went the other direction, scanning everything in front of me. Every gap between houses. Every possible place a small boy who didn’t want to be found could disappear into.“Tate.” I kept calling even though he wasn’t answering. “Tatum please.”Nothing came back.I made it back to the house after anoth
ELLARIAI wiped my face as I walked and hated myself for every tear.I asked myself the question I'd been avoiding since the moment I agreed to come back here.Was this a mistake?Coming back. Agreeing to help him. Did my need to save lives mean I shouldn't save myself?I knew I was strong. I'd been forced to be. It hadn't happened overnight either. It took time and hard work and effort and a hundred sleepless nights where I turned in bed tormented by every memory. Every time I'd cried over him. Every time I'd missed my mother. Every time I'd wished I'd never followed Arren to that refugee camp after he saved me in that forest.Was it dramatic? Maybe.But that was the truth about heartbreak. Overcoming it took work. It took years. And I had done those years. I had put in every single one of them.And I let myself exist in the same space as him again for what?A good cause?His people were still dying. I was barely making progress. And I'd already lost about a year of my new self just
ELLARIA.Katerina’s hand flew to her cheek.She stared at the ground for a moment. Then she lifted her eyes to mine and her voice came out low and vicious.“You bitch.”I turned to Tatum.He was looking up at me with wide eyes that had gone a little frightened around the edges and it took everything in me to soften my face when I looked at him.I touched his cheek with my palm. “Go back to the house,” I said. Quietly. Firmly. “Go straight there. I’ll be right behind you.”He looked between me and Katerina.“Tate.” I held his gaze. “Go.”He pulled away from my hand and nodded once. A small shaky movement. Then he turned and started back the way we’d come without another word.I watched him go until he’d rounded the corner.Then I turned back to Katerina.She’d dropped her hand from her cheek and was standing straight with her eyes on me and something burning behind them.“I will gouge your eyes out if you take one step closer to me.” Her voice was tight. Controlled. “I said nothing but
85.ELLARIA.My chest tightened the moment Katerina’s eyes met mine.Tatum’s new friend was Katerina’s son.The freaking irony of it sat in my chest like something I couldn’t dislodge.I watched Tate bound up the porch steps and throw himself against Katerina’s side in a hug like he’d known her for years. He pointed back at me with his whole arm.“That’s my mom! She’s been working at the hospital like I told you but she’s here now!”Katerina laughed and ruffled his hair with a gentleness that looked effortless and warm and maternal and everything I knew she wasn’t. “I do know your mother,” she said, letting her words carry loud enough to reach me. “I’ve known her for a very long time.”Dalor came down the steps toward me.He stopped in front of me and looked up with a small uncertain smile. “I think I remember you.” He tilted his head. “You’re that lady who used to follow my dad around a lot.”I kept my expression exactly where it was and smiled at him.He wasn’t wrong.I had followed
ELLARIA.I snapped at one of the nurses at eleven in the morning.She’d asked me a perfectly reasonable question about a patient’s chart and I’d responded with something that came out sharper than I’d intended and the look on her face told me exactly how it had landed.I apologized immediately and meant it. She nodded and moved on and I stood in the hallway afterward and pressed my fingers to my eyes and told myself to get it together.I was in a mood and had been for two days.Arren had shut the council room door in my face and gone completely silent since.It’s been forty eight hours of nothing. None of my calls returned. No of my messages acknowledged. No indication that he was even aware I existed except for the fact that his enforcer had confirmed the trip was still happening tomorrow.Tomorrow.We were leaving tomorrow and I still didn’t know if Caden was coming. Arren had quietly rescinded whatever reluctant agreement he’d landed on before walking out. I couldn’t freaking cal
ELLARIA.Kade's response was immediate."No." He set his pen down flat on the table. "Caden Wolfe doesn't have clearance. This is pack safety we're talking about and that overrides what you want.""I want him there," I said."I heard you the first time." Kade's voice was firm. "The answer is still no."I looked down the table at Arren.He'd been watching me since the words left my mouth. Hadn't moved. Hadn't said anything. Just sitting there with his arms folded and his eyes on my face in that way he had of looking at someone like he was working through something privately."You've been quiet," I said to him. "Any objections?"He held my gaze for a moment.Then one shoulder lifted in a slow shrug. "If he would make you feel more safe," he said, "then maybe I can understand your need for him there."Kade turned to look at Arren like he'd just said something in a language he didn't recognize."It's not about safety," I said.Arren's eyes came back to mine. "Then it's about what?""Havin
ARREN.The meeting with Kade and my top generals had run longer than I’d planned.We’d gone over the contaminated medication and the supply chain and every possible point where someone could have intercepted the shipments. The list of suspects was still too long and the answers were still too vague
ARREN.I’d been interrogating people for six hours straight.Six hours of the same questions asked different ways while I watched faces for tells and got absolutely nowhere.The guards who’d been on duty when Webb was killed were sitting across from me now.I’d already suspended them and gone throu
ELLARIA.It was my first day back at the clinic since the trip.The trip that had ended with gunfire and blood and Arren collapsing from infection in the middle of a forest.The trip that was supposed to get us the raw materials we needed to fix whatever was wrong with our treatments.We’d failed.
ELLARIA. Tatum was in bed when I got there. Mirela had darkened the room and cooled it down. The curtains were drawn and there was a damp cloth on his forehead. He looked so small lying there with his eyes closed and his face flushed from the fever. I sat beside him and pressed my hand to his c







