Mag-log inHENDRIXWe burned Arzan's docks anyway. Not because Erdem believed the mark, but because refusing to retaliate would tell Silas we'd seen through it. The attack had to look real. The smell of smoke hadn't fully left my clothes by the time I found myself standing in the doorway of Erdem's study that night, though the docks were an hour's drive away from the quiet dark of the estate. I'd watched shipments burn. I'd watched men scream as fire found fuel lines and oil slicked black across the river's surface, I watched Erdem's retaliation against Niko's territory unfold, and I'd felt something twist in my chest that I still hadn't fully named — satisfaction, ugly and immediate, at watching an enemy's resources turn to ash, tangled inextricably with a horror at how easily that satisfaction had come. Erdem sat behind his desk, a glass of whiskey beside him, his own clothes still carrying the same smoke. "You're not sleeping either," he said, without looking up. "No." "Come in, then.
HENDRIX The bath chamber attached to my room was the one place in the estate I'd allowed myself to feel something close to unguarded — no cameras Erdem had ever admitted to installing there, a locked door I could bolt from the inside, the closest thing to privacy the house had offered me since the auction. I should have known better. Liora had taught me, years ago, that the moment you started believing in privacy was the moment someone else had already found a way to take it from you. The water was still running when I felt the shift in the air behind me — the particular displacement a body makes when it's trying very hard not to make any sound at all. I was already reaching for the blade I kept within arm's reach, when the attacker's hand closed around my throat from behind. He was strong and professional, his grip calculated to cut off sound before it could become a scream. I drove my elbow back hard, and used the half-second of released pressure to twist free, my bare feet find
ERDEMThe council convened at my summons rather than the usual monthly schedule, which alone was enough to unsettle the room before I'd said a word. Rauf's replacement, a cautious man named Besnik, sat stiffly beside Yusuf and the others, all of them reading the unscheduled meeting as a sign of trouble they hadn't yet identified."There have been questions," I said, "about the informant I purchased several weeks ago. About why he continues to occupy space in this house rather than being disposed of once his usefulness expired."I let the silence stretch, watching several captains exchange glances."His usefulness has not expired," I continued. "Since the courtyard attack, since the ambush outside my own gala, I have used him as bait to draw out enemies. Niko Arzan revealed himself at the gala because of that boy's presence. The alley shooters revealed their allegiance. I intend to continue using him for exactly that purpose until every remaining threat against this house has been ide
ERDEMHendrix went very still beside me."That's her," he said, voice flat, stripped of everything except a control I recognized as the precursor to something far more dangerous. "Age is right. Timeline matches.""The authorization—""Says your name.""I see what it says." My own name, printed beside an order I had no memory of giving. I stared at it. "I did not authorize this transfer.""The seal is yours.""The seal exists in a form that could be reproduced by anyone with sufficient access to my personal effects or my digital template. I am telling you that I have no memory of this order, and no reason I can currently name to have given it.""That's not proof. That's a denial." Hendrix turned to look at me fully, his expression unreadable. "I want to believe you.""I know.""That doesn't mean I do.""I know that too." I closed the ledger carefully, a signature that might or might not be mine attached to an order. "I have a forensic analyst outside the organization who can separate a
ERDEMI gave him three days to recover before I raised the subject again, though patience had never come easily to me, and three days felt like an eternity spent circling a decision I'd already made somewhere in the fevered hours beside his bed. He was sitting up properly by the time I returned to the room, the fragile weakness of the fever replaced by his usual guarded composure. The mask had gone back on."You look better," I said. "I feel considerably less like dying, if that's what you mean.""It is." I took the chair beside the bed, the same one I'd occupied for two nights running, though sitting in it now felt different somehow. "I want to propose something.""That sounds ominous.""It's a bargain not a threat. Though I understand you may have difficulty distinguishing the two, given our history." Hendrix's expression didn't change, though something behind his eyes sharpened, the old calculation returning now that his body had recovered. "What kind of bargain?"
HENDRIXThe fever came on slowly, then all at once.It started as a low ache behind my eyes the morning after Erdem released me from the holding room, easy enough to dismiss as exhaustion given how little I'd slept since the armory. By evening it had settled into my joints, a deep, grinding heat that made even sitting upright feel like an argument my body was losing. By the second night, I couldn't tell anymore where the fever ended and the grief began — Liora's name rising unbidden to my lips, the ache in my chest from three days of confrontation and confession bleeding indistinguishably into whatever infection had taken hold of my body.I remembered fragments after that. Dr. Petrov's nervous hands checking my temperature and murmuring numbers that made his frown deepen. A cool cloth pressed to my forehead by someone whose touch I didn't immediately recognize."—shouldn't have let it go this long—" "—he didn't report it, how would I have known—"Fever made every sound arri







