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Chapter 21

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"Nothing you would believe," I said.

Kael Draven studied me for a long moment across the flat rock. Water rushed over stones. Smoke drifted from the Ironwood cookfire. Behind him, Joss Halloran whistled tunelessly as he counted drums.

"Try me," Kael said.

"No."

"No?"

"Not yet."

He nodded slowly. He did not push. He did not frown or sigh or tell me I was being foolish, which was what Cassian would have done, or flatter me into talking, which was what Marlowe would have done. He simply took the a
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    13 DAYS."Someone who got tired of being afraid," I said.Tess's face did not change. Her eyes held mine in the yellow glare of the flashlight, steady and searching, and I held the rifle level and let her look."That is not an answer.""It is the only one you are getting tonight."A boot scraped gravel outside.Tess flinched. The beam of her flashlight jerked toward the open side door, and a tall figure filled the frame, dark against the starlit lot, his coat open and his hands loose at his sides."Tess Marlowe," said Kael."Commander Draven."She said it so quietly I almost missed it. A title. Not Mr. Not sir. A word I had not heard anyone use for him, spoken as though it tasted of old iron.Kael stepped inside. He did not look at her. He looked at the pry bar on the crate, at the sprung lock, at the rifle in my hands, and then, finally, at me."Are you hurt?""No.""Is she armed?""No.""Then she may leave."I blinked. "Kael...""She will not speak of what she saw." His eyes moved t

  • Sixty Days Before the Flood   Chapter 33

    15 DAYS."Quarry shed," said Kael's voice, crisp and low through the radio. "Your trip wire went off. Someone is inside."I was already pulling on my boots.Two days had slid by in a rush of nails and diesel. Junia had settled into the east bedroom and filled it with herbs and gauze and a cracked mug of tea that never went cold. The Ironwood crew had raised the second wall of the Ridge House and begun the roof. Walt had taught me to clean a rifle and sent me home with blistered hands and a grin. Kael had trained me at dawn every morning, silent and exact, and I had lasted fourteen minutes before he put me on my back.And at his insistence, three nights ago, his people had rigged a wire across the doors of the quarry shed.A decoy needs a bell, he had said, with a face like granite. Otherwise it is only a barn.Now the bell had rung."How many?" I asked, lacing tight."One. Small. Moving carefully. My man on the ridge saw a flashlight.""I will go."A pause. Static crackled."Alone?" K

  • Sixty Days Before the Flood   Chapter 32

    17 DAYS."Nineteen days," I said.Junia did not move.We sat in the truck at the corner of the empty market square, engine idling, rain beginning to speckle the windshield. The last stalls were being folded away. A child's red balloon bobbed along the gutter and caught on a lamppost."That is not a number people say about a storm," Junia said slowly."It is the number I have.""Nineteen days until what?"I stared through the windshield. My thumbs pressed white marks into the steering wheel.I had promised Kael no lies about anything that could kill us. I had promised Junia nothing, and she had given me everything, a stethoscope and a pack of stolen bread and eighteen years of loyalty.I could not tell her the rest. I could not say I died. I could not say I came back. She would hear a woman breaking, and she would take my hand and put me in a bed with a blanket, and she would be wrong, and the flood would come anyway.But I could give her the part that mattered."The river will rise,"

  • Sixty Days Before the Flood   Chapter 31

    19 DAYS."Forty tins of infant formula," Cassian said, loud enough for the whole square to hear. "Does the Prepper Luna have a baby we do not know about? Or is it for the beans?"Laughter rolled across the market like a wave.I stood at the counter of the Blackthorn co-op with a paper bag in one arm and my wallet open in my hand. The shopkeeper, a thin man named Dray, stared fixedly at his register and would not meet my eyes. Outside the wide front window, the weekly pack gathering filled the cobbled square, stalls and bunting, children chasing a loose hen, and the smell of roasted chestnuts drifting over everything.Day nineteen.The shelves behind the counter were nearly bare. Dust lay in clean outlines where the rice had been. The whole shop smelled of old wood and cold coffee, and I had been the only customer for twenty minutes.I had come for one thing. Formula. Powdered milk. Diapers, the big boxes. Things a baby would need if its mother could not nurse, or had not lived. Two sm

  • Sixty Days Before the Flood   Chapter 30

    "Rule one," said Kael. "Radio check at dawn and dusk. Every day. No exceptions."I sat across from him at the long stone table in the manor kitchen with a mug of black coffee in both hands and a bruise the size of a plum on my left cheekbone. A thin gold light fell through the high windows. Dust turned in it, slow as snow. Somewhere beneath us, the generator thrummed, steady and warm, a heartbeat in the foundations.Day twenty.Two days had passed since the raid.Pike and eleven of his men had been marched down to the pack hall in handcuffs. Elder Grey had taken their statements, pale and silent, and Quill had filed charges before noon. Pike, shaking and sweating, had named Odalys within the hour. He had named Emeric Rourke's man of business within the second. By evening, Odalys had been summoned to a closed hearing, and Emeric had sent a lawyer and a flat denial.Nothing had stuck.Nothing would, yet. But the elders had read the statements, and I had seen Elder Grey's face when he di

  • Sixty Days Before the Flood   Chapter 29

    "Ridge, this is Camp," said Kael's voice, flat and low through the radio. "Movement on the south road. Count?"I crouched behind the half-built wall of the Ridge House with the handset pressed against my ear and my heart pounding like a fist on a door."Forty," I whispered. "Maybe more. Torches. Two trucks.""Do you want us?"My thumb hovered over the button.Day twenty-two.There was no moon. The sky hung black and enormous over Moonhollow, a bowl of cold stars. The mist had crept up from the valley and lay thick across the terrace, soft and grey, and the first of the torches had begun to bob through it, small and orange and terribly close.I could hear them now. Boots on gravel. Muttering. The clink of metal."No," I said.Silence."Say again," said Kael."No. I have it."A long pause. Static hissed."Understood," he said, in a voice with no color at all.The radio clicked off.I slid it into my belt and breathed.You have it, I told myself. You have prepared. You have walked this g

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