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“Varga, heel,” she snaps. The Stained lowers his weapon. His helmet slides into his own Praetorian armor, and I discover Varga is a she. An Obsidian two feet taller than I, with a tribal skull tattoo consuming her pale face. White hair flutters behind her. More scars on her face than I have on my entire body.
“Ebony dog,” Sevro snaps. “I’ll shoot her if she snarls again.”
“Were you the squad in the stairwell?” The Gold glances over us, unsure of what to make of me or my Howlers. “You killed my Grays.”
“Don’t weep over Grays,” I say. “They raised their hands against me.”
“Why are you here?” She wipes the rain from her face. “The Sovereign confined you to your room for the night. Are you responsible for the power outage?”
“My business is the Sovereign’s.” She can’t afford not to believe me.
She pauses a beat and I realize she has optics in her eyes. She checks a database “Liar.”
The Stained’s weapon comes back up.
“You know who I am, Praetorian,” I say with as much authority as I can muster. “You also know I’m not on your list to kill. I have immunity.”
“Revoked.”
“So take me to Aja.”
“Aja isn’t here.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Her optics flicker in her irises as she receives a digital command. “Follow me.”
We land on white stones and follow the Praetorian through the trees toward the lagoon where the hot springs terminate.
“What are you doing?” Sevro whispers in my ear, eyeing Varga. He flips the woman the crux with his middle finger wrapped around the index.
“I’m using your leverage.”
Aja stands in the garden, flanked by Bellona—two Gold, the rest Obsidian. Only the one Stained, Varga. The lagoon breathes tendrils of steam around the Protean Knight’s shoulders. She watches the water impassively, like a child watching a campfire, waiting for a log to burn in half.
“Darrow?” Aja purrs without looking at me. “You’re not in your room.” She sizes up the Howlers. Recognizes them. “And you killed my men. Fitchner was wrong about you.”
“I have something you’ll want,” I say sharply. “But call off your dogs.”
“They tried to escape before we came, even with their gravBoots confiscated. Foolish attempt. They tried to contact the Julii, but they’ve been bought.”
“Victra?” I ask. She betrayed us.
“Alive. With the rest. She’ll be spared thanks to her mother’s cooperation. Two Augustan ships made effort to run our blockade in orbit. We shot them down. The Augustans are like cornered badgers.”
“Lions,” I remind her.
She flicks blood off her razor. “Not quite.”
“Are any still alive?” I keep the panic from my voice and glance back at the villa.
“The prizes are.”
I breathe a sigh of relief.
She lets her razor slither into hand. It goes rigid and she turns my way. Slitted pupils drink in the light. “Your friends are in the lagoon. They hid there because our infrared is blinded by the pool’s heat. A desperate last attempt. The air filtration systems on their helmets will have short-circuited from the EMP. So all they’ll have is the air in their helmets. Not much of it either. They won’t last fifteen minutes. Those who don’t have helmets … perhaps six minutes. Soon they’ll bob up, like apples.” She smiles pleasantly. “I’m saving them for Karnus; he is inside finishing up the diversions. He’s a pleasure to watch, isn’t he?”
Hot rain clatters on our armor. The only sound.
