“I know you have an escape vessel, contingency—”
“Barca, is that you?” Sevro’s caught off guard “It is you. Damn the stars, boy. You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were the gorydamn Jackal.”
“You have ten seconds to give me something I can use, or I wear your rib cage as a corset,” Sevro
says, thrown by Quicksilver ’s familiarity. It’s not his best threat.
Quicksilver shakes his head. “You need to listen to me, Mr. Barca, and listen well. This is all a misunderstanding. A vast misunderstanding. I know you may not believe it. I know you may think me
mad. But you must hear me. I am on your side. I am one of you, Mr. Barca.”
Sevro frowns. “One of us? What do you mean?”
“What do I mean?” Quicksilver laughs gruffly. “I mean exactly as I say, young man. I, Regulus ag
Sun, chevalier of the Order of Coin, chief executive officer of Sun Industries, am also a founding member of the Sons of Ares.”
“A Son of Ares?” Sevro repeats, stepping into the light so Quicksilver can see his face. I stay back. It’s a ludicrous claim.
“That’s better. I thought I recognized your voice. More like your father ’s than you probably like.
But yes, I’m a Son. The first Son, actually.”
“Well, then slag me blind as a Pinkwhore,” Sevro cries. “This is all just a misunderstanding!” He jumps forward and crouches beside Quicksilver to straighten the man’s robe. “We’ll get you cleaned up. Let you call your men. Sound good?”
“Yes, good, because you’ve managed to muck up something rather…”
Sevro hits the Silver right in his fleshly lips with a jab of his fist. It’s an intimate, familiar bit of violence that makes me flinch. Quicksilver ’s head slams back against the chair. The man tries to move away, but Sevro pins him down easily. “Your tricks won’t work here, fat little toad man.”
“It’s not a trick—”
Sevro hits him again. Quicksilver sputters, blood dribbling down his cracked lip. Tries to blink the pain away. Probably seeing spots. Sevro hits him a third time, casually, and I think it was for me, not the tycoon, because Sevro looks back into the darkness where I stand with impudent eyes. As if dangling moral bait in front of me so we can explode into conflict again. His moral creed has always been simple: protect your friends, to hell with everyone else.
Sevro pushes a knife into Quicksilver ’s mouth. “I know you think you’re being clever, boyo,”
Sevro growls. “Saying you’re a Son. Thinkin’ you’re so smooth. Thinkin’ you can talk your way clear of us dumb brutes. But I’ve played this game with smarter kinds than you. And I’ve learned hard.
Keen?” He pulls the knife sideways against Quicksilver ’s cheek, causing the man to move his head with the blade. Still, it splits the corner of his mouth just slightly.
“So whatever your garble, you ain’t coming out on top of this, shitbrain. You’re a rat. A collaborator. And it’s time to reap what you’ve sown. So you’re going to tell us how to get out of here. If you’ve got a ship hidden. If you can get us past the navy. Then you’re going to tell us about the Jackal’s plans, his equipment, his infrastructure; then you’re going to give us the gear to equip our army.” Quicksilver ’s eyes dart from the knife to Sevro’s face.
“Use your brains, you little savage,” Quicksilver snarls when Sevro takes the knife from his mouth.
“Where do you think Fitchner got the money—”
“Don’t say his name.” Sevro points a finger to the man’s face. “Don’t you dare say his name.”
“I knew your father….”
“Then why’d he never mention you? Why does Dancer not know you? Because you’re lying.”
“Why would they know about me?” Quicksilver asks. “You never tie two boats together in a storm.”
The words are a punch to the gut. Fitchner said the exact phrase when explaining why he didn’t tell me about Titus. The Sons lost much of their technical ability when he died. What if there were two bodies to the Sons of Ares body? The lowColors, and the high? Kept apart in case one was compromised? It’s what I would do. He promised me better allies if I went to Luna. Allies that would help make me Sovereign. This could be one of them. One who fled when Fitchner died. Who cut himself off from the contaminated body of the Sons.
“Why was Matteo in your bedroom?” I ask carefully.
Quicksilver stares into the darkness, wondering whose voice addresses him, yet now there’s fear in his eyes, not just anger. “How…how did you know he was in my bedroom?”
“Answer the question,” Sevro says, kicking him.
“Did you hurt him?” Quicksilver asks, enraged. “Did you hurt him?”
“Answer the question,” Sevro repeats, slapping him.
Quicksilver trembles with anger. “He was in my room because he’s my husband. You son of a bitch.
He’s one of us! If you hurt him…”
“How long has he been your husband?” I ask.
“Ten years.”