AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“So I raised my gun to the roof and shot three rounds. And then I told her to run. I told her if I ever saw her, if she ever touched Gideon again, I’d make her wish she was dead. I watched her disappear into the woods behind Thornwood Hall.”
Rune suddenly felt light-headed. Still gripping the desk, she lowered herself into the chair.
“You lied,” she whispered, feeling the world crumble in on her.
If Alex had told her this a few weeks ago, before she’d known what monsters Cressida and her sisters truly were, she would have adored him for it. A girl as powerful as the youngest Roseblood queen could save so many more witches from the purge than the Crimson Moth ever could. This alone should have made Rune happy. Or at least relieved.
But now …
Rune thought of the brand on Gideon’s chest. Of the things Cressida did to him. If the witch queen was alive, Gideon was in terrible danger.
It frightened her.
Itangeredher.
Her fists trembled. “Why would youlie?”
“I thought if Gideon believed Cressida was dead, he might move on. Maybe even heal.”
A tremor was building deep within Rune, shaking everything loose. She looked up at her oldest friend, but it was as if a fog had descended, and she could no longer see him clearly through the gray.
Alex turned from the window and strode towards the hidden door. “I need to tell Gideon the truth. I should do it now, before I lose my nerve.”
“No,” she said, rising from her chair. She might be disappointed in Alex, but she wasn’t going to let him admit to sparing Cressida’s life. “You’ll be convicted of sympathizing with witches.”
He stopped to look down at her. Quietly, and a little sadly, he said, “I do sympathize with witches.”
The words softened her. This wasAlex, after all. The boy who, upon learning she was a witch, had drawn Rune a warm bath to ease her cramps instead of handing her over to be killed. Who else would have done that?
No one.
“If you tell the truth, they’ll kill you.” Rune reached for his arm, keeping him with her. “You can’t speak a word of this to anyone. Especially not Gideon.”
Gideon would be the first to hand him over.
Alex wouldn’t look at her, ashamed of the lie. Ashamed of himself and the mercy he’d shown.
Rune wanted to stay angry at him, and yet she knew the qualities that made him spare Cressida were the same ones that made him spareher. His gentleness and compassion; his firm refusal to take part in cruelty; his willingness to risk his life in order to do what was right …These things allowed him to see who Rune was, not what she was, and love her despite the danger.
“Sparing the life of someone you hate doesn’t make you weak,” she said, perhaps more to herself than to Alex. “It makes you better than the rest of us.”
It was the lie that was wrong.
She cupped his jaw in her hands and tilted his face to hers, holding his gaze. “If anything happened to you …” She shut her eyes against the thought of it. “Please,Alex.Promise me you won’t tell a soul.”
His breath trembled out of him. Finally, he said: “I promise.”
FORTY-FIVEGIDEON
GIDEON PRESSED HIS BACKto the wall, breathing in the smell of oiled metal and ink. He drew his pistol and glanced at Laila, who mirrored him on the other side of this door, her scarlet uniform a pop of color in the darkness.
At Gideon’s request, the Ministry of Public Safety had instituted a curfew, decreeing a temporary postponement of citizens’ rights and allowing the Blood Guard to conduct raids wherever a casting signature had been found—or was suspected to be found.
It was Harrow who’d tipped Gideon off to this print shop. Three casting signatures were seen in one of its storerooms last week. The tip had come from one of the shopworkers, and as a result, Harrow had several spies watching the shop. She’d notified him less than an hour ago that seven people had entered after hours, when no one should have been there, and they hadn’t come out yet.
On my count,Laila mouthed, holding up three fingers. A printing press loomed at the bottom of the stairs behind her, where the darkness hid the rest of their raiding squad.
Three.
