“The tower has fallen,” Ragnar says. “Rollo and the Sons finish my work. These are the stains of subGovernor Priscilla au Caan.”
“Well done, my friend,” I say, taking the scepter in my hands. On it is carved the deeds of the Caan family, which owned the two moons of Mars and once followed Bellona to war. Among great warriors and statesmen, there’s a young man I recognize standing by a horse.
“What is wrong?” Ragnar asks.
“Nothing,” I say. “I knew her son is all. Priam. He seemed decent enough.”
“Decent is not enough,” Ragnar says forlornly “Not for their world.”
With a grunt, I bend the curule against my knee and toss it back to him to show my agreement.
“Give it to your sister. Time to go.”
Glancing back at the hangar with a frown, he checks his datapad and files past me into the cargo
hold. I try to wipe the blood from the curule off on my white suit’s leg. It just smears over the oily fabric, giving me a red stripe on my thigh. I close the ramp behind me. Inside, I help Ragnar out of his pulseArmor and let him slip into the winter gear as I join Holiday and Vesta as they initiate preflight launch.
“Remember, we’re refugees. Aim for the largest convoy heading out of here and stick to them.”
Vesta nods. It’s an old hangar. So it has no pulseField. All that separates us from space are five-story-tall steel doors. They rumble as the motors begin to retract them into the ceiling and floor. “Stop!” I say. Vesta sees what caught my attention a second after I do and her hand flashes to the controls, stopping the doors before they part and open the hangar to vacuum.
“I’ll be damned,” Holiday says, peering out the cockpit to a small figure blocking our ship’s path to space. “It’s the lion.”
—
Mustang stands in front of the ship illuminated by our headlights. Her hair washed white by the blinding light. She blinks as Holiday cuts the headlights from the cockpit and I make my way to her through the dim hangar. Her dancing eyes dissect me as I come. They dart from to my Sigil-barren
hands to the scar I’ve kept on my face. What does she see?
Does she see my resolve? My fear?
In her I see so much. The girl I fell in love with in the snow is gone, replaced in the last fifteen months by a woman. A thin, intense leader of vast and enduring strength and alarming intellect. Eyes kinetic, ringed by circles of exhaustion and trapped in a face made pale from long days in sunless lands and metal halls. Everything she is dwells behind her eyes. She has her father ’s mind. Her mother ’s face. And a distant, foreboding sort of intelligence that can give you wings or crush you to the earth.
And just at her hip sits a ghostCloak with a cooling unit.
She has watched us since we arrived.
How did she get inside the hangar?
“?’Lo, Reaper,” she says playfully as I come to a halt.
“?’Lo, Mustang.” I search the rest of the hangar. “How did you find me?”
She frowns in confusion. “I thought you wanted me to come. Ragnar told Kavax where I could find
you…” She trails off. “Oh. You didn’t know.”
“No.” I look back up at the ship’s mirror cockpit windows, where Ragnar must be watching me.
The man’s overstepped his bounds. Even as I arranged a war, he went behind my back and endangered
my mission. Now I know exactly how Sevro felt.
“Where have you been?” she asks me.
“With your brother.”
“Then the execution was a ruse meant to make us stop looking.”
There’s so much more to say, so many questions and accusations that could fly between us. But I
didn’t want to see her because I don’t know where to begin. What to say. What to ask for. “I don’t have time for small talk, Mustang. I know you came to Phobos to surrender to the Sovereign. Now why are you here talking to me?”
“Don’t talk down to me,” she says sharply. “I wasn’t surrendering. I was making peace. You’re not
the only one with people to protect. My father ruled Mars for decades. Its people are as much a part of me as they are part of you.”
“You left Mars at the mercy of your brother,” I say.
“I left Mars to save it,” she corrects. “You know everything is a compromise. And you know it’s not Mars you’re angry at me for leaving.”
“I need you to stand aside, Mustang. This is not about us. And I don’t have time to bicker. I’m leaving. So either you move or we open the door and fly through you.”
“Fly through me?” she laughs. “You know I didn’t have to come alone. I could have come with my
bodyguards. I could have lain in wait to ambush you. Or reported you to the Sovereign to salvage the peace you ruined. But I didn’t. Can you stop for a single moment to think why?” She takes a step forward. “You said to me in that tunnel that you want a better world. Can’t you see that I listened? That I joined the Moon Lords because I believe in something better?”
“Yet you surrendered.”
“Because I could not watch my brother ’s reign of terror continue. I want peace.”