LOGINHENDRIX"Hey, calm down. We need to talk. It's about Erdem."I stopped struggling to pull from the chains. "What? What about him?""Interesting. I mention Erdem and suddenly you stop fighting the chain. This is so painful," he said. "I brought rolls, I didn’t know what you’d eat.""I'm chained to a radiator.""I can see that." He set the bag on the dresser, then seemed not to know what to do with his hands. "Vera called me. She said you wouldn’t talk to her anymore. She thought you might talk to me."I almost laughed. "Why would I talk to you?" "I know what you think of me." He said. "What do you want, Silas?" "I want you beside me." He said it simply. "Not in a cage. I want you in the house, in a good room, with a seat at the table. You’d have my protection and my word. I’d have the one person in this city who understands what that house did to us." "And what do I do for it?""Help me end him." He didn’t look away. "You’re the only one who can get close. He’d open a door for you
HENDRIXOn the third day she brought a chair in. It was a plain kitchen chair, and she carried it in with one hand and set it down just outside the reach of my chain. Then she went out and came back with two cups of tea and sat down. I hadn’t touched the tea she left at breakfast. I didn’t touch this one either."You can keep refusing it," Vera said. "It's only tea.""What do you want?" "I want to tell you something, and I’d like you to hear all of it before you decide how to feel." She turned her cup in her hands. "I’ve been putting it off. I thought if I waited until you were less angry, it would go better. I don’t think that’s going to happen.""What?""It’s about Liora."I didn’t say anything. I’d spent two days staring at those walls, and I’d run out of questions I could ask without shouting. The chain had rubbed the skin at my ankle raw. "An information job. Back by dinner.""That’s what she said.""That’s what she told you. It wasn’t a lie exactly. She just left out
HENDRIX"They owe me a great deal," she said quietly, and for the first time something in her face broke open a little. "Twenty eight years ago my family had a harbor license. A small one. A fishing business. Erdem’s father squeezed us out in one season. My husband died in the fight. I had Liora’s mother, my own sister, as the only blood I had left, and then I had you two. I’ve been building toward this since before either of you could walk.""You never told me that." "Because you’d have wanted to know why it took two years of training and a staged auction instead of a quick knife." She lifted a hand. "I told you what you needed to hear. I told you about Liora. That part was real. I loved her. I still do.""You used her." "I used the thing that would make you move." Her voice cracked on it, and she pulled it back. "I’m not proud of that, but if you give me another chance I’d still do it again. The Veyras took the routes, the routes were ours first."I stared at her. I’d waited a lon
HENDRIXI woke up with a dry mouth and a headache behind my eyes, and for a few seconds I didn’t know where I was. The ceiling was white and the light was thin and gray, coming through blinds that had been taped shut at the edges and somewhere below me a bus went by. I tried to sit up and my right ankle caught. There was a cuff on it, a real steel one, chained to the leg of a radiator bolted to the wall, the chain was long enough to reach the bed.My jacket was gone, so was the blade in my sleeve, and the red thread at my wrist. Something in my chest dropped hard and stayed there. Then I saw the walls, every wall of the apartment was covered with paper. Street maps, floor plans, photographs pinned in rows. Red string ran between pins. A big hand-drawn map of the city took up most of the wall opposite the bed, with the districts shaded in different colors and the Veyra territories outlined in black, thick and heavy, with notes in a small slanting hand I knew better than my own. Easter
HENDRIXI woke to the sound of boots. Not close yet. Somewhere far down the tunnel, a scrape of metal on concrete, then a low voice and another answering it. Erdem was already up beside me, his hand over my mouth, a warning. His eyes were open and clear in the faint gray that leaked under the door."Four," he whispered. "Maybe five. They must be looking for us."I nodded against his palm, and he let go. We dressed without speaking. He checked the pistol he'd taken from one of Silas's dead men and gave me the spare. The blade went back into my sleeve. Neither of us said anything about the night, and I was surprised how little it needed to be said. It was just there, the way a bruise is there."There's a service shaft behind that pipe." He nodded toward the corner. "Konstantin showed me the old transit maps years ago. It comes out two blocks east.""If it's still open.""If it's not, we fight."We got the pipe cover off quietly. Cold air breathed out of the shaft, smelling of rust and r
ERDEM"Seriously, like right now?" I smiled and hit his forehead with my finger. "What are you thinking?" He reached for the small bag shyly, checking its contents."Are you shy?""No I'm not.""I've never seen you shy, but you look cute when you are.""Shut up. This is no time for jokes."I raised my uninjured hand. "Fine, I'll stop."He frowned. "We need somewhere more secure than this, somewhere your people don't know about." "I don't have a location like that. Every building I built, I built them with people I trusted.""Then we find somewhere new." Hendrix rose, offering his hand, and I took it, letting him pull me upright despite the protest my shoulder made at the movement. "What about your men? Should we leave without them?""They will find me once they escape." We moved deeper into the station's dark together, the sound of distant gunfire still audible somewhere above and behind us.We found a maintenance room off the far end of the platform, a concrete box with a rust







