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“So you’d unravel it?” Cormac says, and his eyes flicker to mine. He wants me to hear this.
“Yes,” Kincaid snarls, losing his composure. “I want to watch it fade away like I watched her fade before me. I want to see you burn into the sun, and I want to feel that sun on my skin every day and know that I put it there and that I took it from you.”
“Destroying it won’t bring her back,” Cormac says. “And without your petty dreams of revenge, how will you fill that loss?”
“There are other realms to reach for,” Kincaid says. “Space, perhaps. Maybe even death someday. This is my world, full of liars and cheats and the unwanted wastrels of Arras—my kind of people. Each more honest than a single official left in Arras.”
“And when they rise up and start a war?” Cormac challenges. “How will you control them?”
“Why control them? Kill them. It will be no waste. I have my men. They have skills, as you know. I’ll start over if I care to.”
“Caring isn’t in your vocabulary,” Cormac says. “Your ability to care died with her.”
“Is that why you exiled me?” Kincaid demands. “So I couldn’t force you to pay for what you did to her?”
“I did nothing to her.” Cormac’s voice stays gentle, catching me off guard.
“You told her lies. You turned her against me,” Kincaid says. “Why, Cormac? Why did you want her to hate me?”
“I wanted her to help you. The experiments you were doing were against Guild law.”
“What kind of experiments?” I ask, thinking of the X-rays and measurements hidden in the labs of the estate.
“Kincaid dreams not only of controlling Tailors but also of being one himself,” Cormac tells me.
“It’s the natural step in evolution,” Kincaid snarls, “and I was close until you ruined everything.”
“I warned her. That’s all. What you did to her—that was the result of your madness.”
“I’m perfectly sane,” Kincaid says. “But you awake the sleeping sword of war.”
“Poetic,” I mutter.
“Whatever you paid those scientists to do to you, it didn’t make you into a Tailor, Kincaid. It stripped you of your humanity. That’s why you killed Josin.” Cormac doesn’t look triumphant as he says it. He looks sad.
And I realize he’s right. Kincaid doesn’t hunger for power and control like Cormac does, and for the first time, I realize he wants something far more dangerous. Destruction. Total and pure nihilism. This isn’t about a lost power play. Whatever transpired between Cormac and Kincaid runs deeper and closer to Kincaid’s heart than I realized. He guarded the information from me so I wouldn’t see that his perverse fascination with change and control had twisted his very soul into something irrevocably malignant.
“What about me?” I ask, drawing their attention from each other. “What’s my offer? What will you give me?”
“You can watch it burn,” Kincaid seethes. “Everything they took from you. Everything they controlled. You’ll have a front-row seat to the dawn of a new age outside the Guild’s control.”
“A dawn of your control,” I clarify.
“I’ll share,” he says simply.
“Fair offer, but I think I have a more enticing one,” Cormac says, snapping his fingers.
The army of guards behind him shifts and out of the dark sea of black uniforms a girl emerges. She’s fair-haired and wearing combat gear like Cormac, but her features are painted in lovely contrast to her fair skin, her eyes framed by dark lashes, and although her hair is pinned in perfect curls that frame her delicate face, a few tendrils have escaped, leaving curls behind her ears.
She’s my age now, or close to it, and I see the startling evidence of the time dilation we’ve been fighting against. I told myself a few months wouldn’t matter. How old would Amie be? Fifteen. Still a girl. But as she stands before me, I see a young woman. My equal. Her bright eyes recognize me. The last time I saw her, amid a crowd in Cypress, she believed she was someone else—Riya. A result of her being rewoven after my retrieval night. Cormac has been busy preparing for this moment by creating the perfect bait. He’s dangling my sister in front of my eyes, knowing I’m too weak to resist.
“Amie,” I whisper. I step forward tentatively, and my eyes meet Cormac’s. He nods slightly to indicate it’s okay, and the part of me that wants to embrace her accepts this, pushing against the smaller voice that reminds me that nothing with Cormac is free.
My arms find her, and she hugs me back. My heart swells, knowing she recognizes me, and for an instant I’m transported to the dark cellar a lifetime ago. She was shorter then, her head rested on my chest, and now it falls on my shoulder and I smell her soap-clean scent and I remember why I fought for her. Why I needed to cling to the hope of getting my sister back. Her bright chatter and mindless gossip. The way Amie’s enthusiasm could be catching. She was the sun in my world. On Earth, she could be the sun for everyone. I’d give anything for that.
We stay like this for a long moment and no one speaks, no one breaks the spell, and I don’t let myself think of Cormac or his devious intentions.
I pull back and study her face, looking for signs of fear, but I see happiness.
