“Where’s Maxon? Is he alive? Did Kriss make it?” I asked Gavril before focusing again on August. I sighed, overwhelmed with relief, and dropped the gun. No wonder the Northern rebels knew so much. Though his suit was practically destroyed, his pin-which I now realized looked an awful lot like a North Star-still hung proudly on his bloody lapel. August stepped into the light, followed closely by Gavril. The guard looked down the hall, acknowledging an approaching figure.
“How do I know that? How do I know you’re not one of them?” “Don’t shoot, Lady America!” a guard pleaded. Did that mean it was still the same day? Or was it the next? I held my aim though I had to squint to do so. The door creaked open, and the light from the window glared in. I didn’t know if it was a friend or not, so I pointed the empty gun at the door. I’d never felt so powerless, and the worry was killing me.Īfter an eternity, I heard the click of the lock. I won’t complain, I promise.”Įvery so often I’d try to guess at the time, though I had no way of knowing if I was right. “If you live,” I whispered, “I’ll let you call me your dear. I curled my legs to my chest and rested my head against the door. Aspen might be a lifeless body only feet away from me, and Maxon. I slid down to the floor, crying now that I knew there was nothing I could do. The door stood there, silent and severe, mocking my heartbreak with its stillness. I hit the door with my fists, accomplishing nothing. I threw down the gun and ran over to the door. It wasn’t until I heard the hollow click that I realized I’d used all the bullets and was stuck. All I managed to do was get my arms cut by pieces of the door flying back at me. After a while, I got frustrated and stood up straight, hoping it would help. Shot after shot hit the door, but never in the same place.
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