Because I didn’t miss.
I pulled away from Jin. There were three bodies slumped on the ground, dead, and then there was nothing but Jin filling my vision.
‘You’re bleeding.’ Jin’s hands were frantically searching my body.
I was shaking hard. The sensation of being back in his hands. Of us being together again. Of pure relief.
‘Not mine.’ I shook my head. I had no idea where the blood had come from. ‘We have to move. We need to get people out—’
‘We are.’ Jin grabbed my hand. ‘They’re getting as many people out as possible. Shazad is taking care of the gates and and Imin escaped with your friend Tamid in the confusion. We need to—’ We burst around a corner. Kadir stood in our way, flanked by two of the Abdals, their twisted bronze faces staring at us blankly. Like Noorsham. But without any eyes. Without any flesh or blood inside. Or any doubt.
This was what the Sultan had wanted. Soldiers who couldn’t turn traitor. Demdji who didn’t have a conscience. Who wouldn’t fight his control.
I fired on instinct. My last bullet. It plunged straight through the clay where its heart should have been. It didn’t even stagger.
‘Well, little Demdji bitch.’ Kadir raised his gun towards us. ‘No traitor brother of mine around to save you now.’
‘Want to bet?’ Jin stepped in front of me, shielding me from Kadir, ready to fight him. But Kadir wasn’t interested in a fair fight; his finger was already pressing down on the trigger.
That was when the gates exploded.
The Sultim staggered, his shot going wide. It was enough. I grabbed Jin’s hand. We bolted for the stairs, a spiral leading up and up and up. Our feet pounded against stone as we climbed, Kadir close behind. We burst out onto a hallway. And I realised suddenly that I knew where we were.
I spun towards the room at the end of the hallway. It was Tamid’s workroom. The one where I’d been able to see the roofs of Miraji. When I’d thought about jumping. I slammed the door behind us, shoving the bolt into place a second before Kadir crashed into it, making the wood shake. In the corner of the room, one of the glass bottles fell from the shelf and shattered across the ground.
There. A coil of rope among the bottles and the bandages.
I grabbed it with one hand and ran to the balcony, Jin close on my heels. It was a narrow jump between the edge of the balcony and the wall. And from there it’d be an easy climb down.
‘I think we can make that.’ I was breathing hard. I was trying to be sure. I thought it was about the same distance as it was between Tamid’s roof and the one next to it at his house back in Dustwalk. I’d made that jump before. But that was so long ago it was hard to remember. And the drop here was a whole lot farther.
‘I wish I shared your confidence, Bandit.’ Jin’s breathing suddenly sounded shallow. I looked over and saw him clutching his side.
I grabbed his hand and pulled it away. It was a long cut. A stray bullet, maybe. ‘Damn it.’ I looked around desperately. Kadir was hammering on the door behind us.
We were trapped. No way back. Only forward. ‘If I can make it’ – I tied the rope to the banister of the balcony – ‘can you crawl?’
That smile pulled at the edge of Jin’s mouth. ‘Have I told you that you’re exceptional lately?’
‘No.’ I looped the rope around the edge of the balcony again. ‘You disappeared on me for a few months without explanation instead.’
Jin spun me around to face him. ‘You’ – he kissed me quickly, on the left corner of my mouth, sending a rush through me – ‘are’ – the right corner of my mouth this time – ‘exceptional.’
I didn’t wait for it. I pulled him to me, kissing him fiercely before pushing him away. ‘We don’t really have time for this now.’
‘I know. I’m distracting you.’ He tugged on the piece of rope and the loop I’d made came untied. ‘As exceptional as you may be, you’re also exceptionally bad at knots.’ He started doing something complicated, his fingers working deftly. And then he turned to me. In a few quick motions he’d looped the other end of the rope around my middle. ‘If you’re going to risk your life, might as well do it safely.’
‘You’re sure that will hold?’ I looked at the tangle around the railing uncertainly.
‘You can trust a sailor with knots,’ Jin said. ‘And you can trust me with you.’
He steadied me with one hand as I climbed up. No matter how far down the drop looked from the balcony, it looked a lot worse standing on the balcony’s railing. The jump might not be all that far, but it was a long way to fall and a narrow landing.
I could probably make that.
The door rattled behind us. Kadir pounding his way in.
I was half-sure I could make that.
I took a deep breath.
I was about to find out.
I jumped.
Open air yawned below me. For a second I wondered if this was how Izz and Maz felt, when they shifted into animals.
When they flew.
My bare feet hit the wall, stumbling. I grabbed on to one of the crenellations for balance. I teetered there for a second before I found my footing. I pulled the knot around my middle and wrapped it around the crenellation. The rest of the rope hung down the other side of the wall, almost to the bottom. At least close enough to get us out of the palace.
It looked solid enough and, God, it had better be.
On the other side of the balcony, Jin swung himself over the edge. He locked his hands and legs around the rope. The knot next to me tugged as Jin leaned his weight onto the rope.
It held.
And still held as Jin tugged his way across. One inch at a time, leaving a trail of blood behind.
All I could do from the wall was watch, heart in my throat, as every tug brought him closer to me. He was nearly halfway across when the lock to the door broke.
Kadir burst through in a storm of rage.
I had my gun up and pointed before he had made it to the balcony. I didn’t have any bullets. Just a bluff. ‘Touch that rope and I can make you sorry that you were ever born, Kadir.’
‘You’re lying.’ But he didn’t come any closer, rooted, chest heaving with rage.
‘I’m a Demdji.’ I pulled the hammer back on the empty gun. ‘I can’t lie.’
Neither of us moved. We were in a stand-off now. I stood on the wall, gun up, pointing it straight at Kadir as Jin dragged himself the rest of the way across the rope. One inch at a time. Slowly. Slowly. He didn’t have to be fast; he just had to be faster than Kadir’s brain worked. Faster than the Sultim would take to realise I had nothing but an empty gun.
‘Kadir.’ The voice at the door made me jump so hard that I had to steady myself on the wall.
The Sultan was alone, stepping through the door. There were no guards with him. No Abdals.
‘Father.’ Kadir held out one hand. ‘Careful, she has a gun.’
His gaze darted from me to Kadir, to the gun, back to Kadir. His mind wouldn’t work nearly so slow as his eldest son’s. I urged Jin silently to hurry. He was a handbreadth away now.
The Sultan dropped a hand on his firstborn’s shoulder. ‘Oh, my son. You are a fool.’
Then the Sultan pulled out a knife.
I started to shout, started an empty threat that I couldn’t finish with no bullets left in the gun. A promise to stay in the palace if he let Jin leave. Anything that might buy Jin the last few moments he needed to get across before the Sultan cut through the rope and killed him.
He didn’t slash towards the rope. Instead the blade in his hand went straight through Kadir’s throat.
It was a clean kill, like with a hunting prize. So clean that when Kadir dropped to the ground, the annoyed protest was still written all over his face. So fast that I didn’t have time to cry out before he was on the ground.
The shock rippled through me, freezing my tongue, my whole body.