her of herself. The affection is more real than the Jackal has for his men, but she’s still a collector.
Still using love and loyalty as a shield to protect herself. The Sovereign gestures to me, wrinkling her nose at the metal muzzle around my face. “Do you know what he’s planning? Anything that will compromise our endgame…”
“From what I glean he’s planning an attack on the Citadel.”
“Cassius, stop….” Mustang snaps. “She doesn’t care about you.”
“And you do?” the Sovereign asks. “We know exactly what you care about, Virginia. And what you’ll do to get it.”
“By air or ground?” the Jackal asks. “The attack.”
“Ground, I believe.”
“Why didn’t you mention this in space?”
“You were more concerned with chopping off Darrow’s hand.”
The Jackal ignores the barb. “How many clawDrills are there on Luna?”
“None working, not even in the abandoned mines,” the Sovereign says. “We made sure of that.”
“If he has a team coming, it’ll be Volarus and Julii,” the Jackal says. “They’re his best weapons and helped him take the MoonBreaker.”
“Volarus is the Obsidian?” the Sovereign asks. “Yes?”
“Queen of the Obsidian,” Mustang says. “You should meet her. You’d remind Sefi of her mother.”
“Queen of the Obsidian…they are united?” the Sovereign asks Cassius warily. “Is that right? My politicos said pan-tribal leadership was impossible.”
“And they were wrong,” Cassius says.
Antonia seizes a moment to stand out in the Sovereign’s eyes. “It’s only the Obsidian in Darrow’s
fold, my liege. An alliance of the southern tribes.”
The Sovereign ignores her. “I don’t like it. We have hundreds of Obsidians in the citadel alone….”
“They’re loyal,” Aja says.
“How do you know?” Cassius asks. “Are any from Mars?”
Octavia looks to Aja for confirmation. “Most,” Aja admits. “Even Zero Legion. Martian Obsidians
are the best.”
“I want them out of the bunker,” Octavia says. “Now.”
One of the Praetorians moves to do her bidding.
“Is she as formidable as her brother?” Aja asks Cassius.
“Worse,” Mustang says from her knees with a laugh. “Far worse and far brighter. She fights with a
pack of warrior women. She has sworn a blood oath to find you, Aja. To drink your blood and use
your skull as her chalice in Valhalla. Sefi is coming. And you cannot stop her.”
Aja and Octavia exchange a wary look. “They would have to land first before making an assault on
the citadel,” Aja says. “It’s impossible.”
“How are they coming?” Cassius asks me. I shake my head and laugh at him behind my muzzle. Aja
kicks the stump of my right hand. I almost black out as I curl around the wound in pain. “How are they coming?” Cassius asks. I don’t reply. He motions to the Joy Knight. “Hold out his other arm.” Joy grabs my left arm and pulls it out. “How are they coming?” he asks not me, but Mustang. “I will cut his other hand off if you do not tell me. Followed by his feet and nose and eyes. How is Volarus coming?”
“You’re going to kill him anyway,” Mustang sneers. “So fuck you.”
“How slowly he dies is up to you,” Cassius says.
“Who said they didn’t already land?” Mustang asks.
“What?”
“They came in the grain ships from Earth, compliments of Quicksilver. Landed hours ago. And they’re pressing for the Citadel now. Ten thousand strong. Didn’t you know?”
“Ten thousand?” Lysander murmurs from his chair to the side of the holopit. His grandmother ’s Dawn Scepter lies on the table before him. A meter long length of gold and iron, it’s tipped with the triangle of the Society and the withered heart of the Obsidian warlord who led the Dark Revolt nearly five hundred years ago. “The Legions are deployed to halt an invasion. The Obsidians will overrun
our defenses before they can return.”
“I will make ready the Praetorians and recall two legions,” Aja says, striding for the door.
“No.” Octavia stands motionless, thinking. “No, Aja, you stay with me.” She turns to the Praetorian captain. “Legatus, go reinforce the surface. Take your platoon. There’s no need for them here. I have my knights. Any ship approaching the Citadel should be fired upon. I don’t care if it claims to carry the Ash Lord himself. Do you understand?”
“It will be done.” Legatus and the remaining Praetorians rush out, leaving the room deserted save
for Cassius, the three Olympic Knights, Antonia, the Jackal, the Sovereign, three Praetorian guards, and us prisoners. Aja presses her palm into a console near the door. The sanctum seals behind the Praetorians. A second, thicker door appears from the walls in a corkscrew, slowly locking us off from the world beyond.
“I’m sorry, Aja,” Octavia says as the woman returns to her side. “I know you want to be with your
men, but we already lost Moira. I couldn’t risk losing you too.”