The knocking sharpens.
His fingers trace their way down my back. “Maybe. This is all rather new territory.” When I begin to pull away, he adds, “But I’m all right with exploring for a few more minutes.”
He reaches up and unties the back of my mask and slips it off. While I frequently remove my mask around my family, this feels more intimate than if he lifted off my shirt. He presses our foreheads together, and we’re both warm and sweating in the September heat.
I slip his vest off his shoulders and inch myself closer to him. There seems to be no space left between us.
My head pounds harder, and I wince.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
“It’s difficult to concentrate while we’re doing this,” I say.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, but we probably should.” I collapse next to him and adjust myself so that my head rests against his chest. I can hear the rapid thump thump thump of his heart.
“You’re not going to fall asleep, are you? Lying like that?” he asks.
As much as I’d like to continue lying against his chest, he’s right. It’s entirely too comfortable, and I’d drift off in minutes. The Trunks would fly open. I sit up and push my hair out of my face. “You’re right.”
“There are about ten hours until the Freak Show,” he says. “Another six before people are up and moving about. So we have time for some of my questions.”
“You have questions for me? I thought you already knew everything about me.”
“I’m deeply, passionately curious,” he says, smiling in a way that tells me he’s lying, “about your bug collection. And I’d love for you to go through each one and tell me all about them.”
I rub my aching forehead and laugh. “I thought you’d never ask.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
We survive the first night in Gentoa. The following afternoon, Nicoleta and I walk to the Downhill together. We’re mostly silent until we pass the twin obelisks. I’m exhausted, and a little loopy from it. I munch on kettle corn for the much-needed sugar.
Nicoleta keeps her head high and her walk brisk. A slight smile plays at the corner of her lips. If I didn’t know Nicoleta better, I’d say she was excited. I’ve forgotten about her wild side over the past year.
Gentoa is a coastal city, with long stretches of white, rocky beaches and salt winds that tussle my hair. It’s beautiful. Even the weather is perfection, I realize, as we pass through Gomorrah’s smoke into clean air and blue skies.
One hundred yards behind Gomorrah, a single tent is situated on the dunes.
“Why don’t you want Villiam to know that you’re working with Luca?” Nicoleta asks. “I don’t think it’s wise to keep that from him. It seems awfully suspicious. I can’t see him being an overly protective father type.”
“It’s not about that,” I say. “I was going to tell him, but then I decided I was just going to tell Luca to call it quits, so I kept quiet. Then Luca and I kept working together. Then I found out how much Villiam and Chimal distrust people who weren’t born in Gomorrah.” That came out as a mess. The whole situation is a mess.
“I just don’t want to make him angry,” I finish.
“What are you doing with Luca that’s different from your investigation with Villiam?”
“Luca believes the killer is within Gomorrah. Not related to the Alliance.”
“Then it seems like Luca’s theory provides better means but less motive.”
Nicoleta has voiced exactly what I have been struggling to put into words. “Exactly. I don’t know which theory I believe more,” I say. “When I’m with Villiam, I agree with him. And then the opposite is true when I’m with Luca. I’m easily persuaded, I suppose.” I wait for Nicoleta to voice her own opinion, but she doesn’t. “Do you think I should be working with Luca?”
“I think both theories are valid, and I also think you would wound Villiam by telling him now. Temporarily keeping Luca a secret is not a terrible idea.”
“You’ve never been an advocate of sneaking around.”
“The past few weeks have been terrible. I think we’ve all changed our tunes a bit.”
As we approach the tent, the guards outside come into view. They’re dressed all in black, with swords tucked into their sheaths. Menacing, tall and muscular—these are the men I want protecting my family while I cannot.
Inside, we find Chimal, Agni and a few other men I don’t recognize. It seems my father has yet to arrive—probably because he insisted on walking by himself this time. Chimal straightens when he sees us and leaves his conversation with Agni.
“Sorina, Nicoleta, these are the men and women who will be assisting you next week.” Chimal introduces each of the individuals, but I forget their names almost immediately after he says them. There is a woman who is an expert in Up-Mountain politicians. She’ll be able to give us information on the people we might encounter. There’s also an apothecary to supply us with the drugs we’ll use to knock out the Alliance’s leader.
“Agni will be helping, as well,” Chimal says. “We’re hoping to take advantage of his fire-work to serve as a minor distraction to any officials there.”
Even though we’ve been planning this for several days now, it hasn’t felt real until this moment, when the men and women who will be working with us stand before me. Nicoleta and I are going to kidnap an Up-Mountain archduke. I shiver at the idea of returning to an Up-Mountain city, considering what happened while Luca and I were in Cartona. If all goes well, no Up-Mountainers will notice me. I will be merely a moth. But I’ve never needed to maintain an illusion for so long under pressure.
Then there is the question of whether Nicoleta’s abilities will pull through. We’re all counting on her.
Chimal rests his hand on my shoulder. “Sorina, why don’t you go with Villiam and practice maintaining your illusion-work? I know you said you’re concerned about how long you can maintain the image of the moth. We want to have a good sense of your limit.”
I whip around to face my father, who stands in the doorway leaning on his crutches. Despite his injury, his strong posture and confident smile make it clear that he’s in his element. He’s not simply a proprietor. He’s a general.
Before I leave with him, I turn to Chimal. “I want to ask something of you,” I say.
“Anything,” he answers.
“My family is restless now that we have arrived at a new city, as new cities have lately brought tragedy. I would appreciate it if you could spare a few members of your guard to watch over them. More than there already are.”
“Of course. We have a few men stationed in your neighborhood, but I can absolutely add more. Escorts, too.”
“Thank you.”
I follow Villiam outside, onto the uneven ground of the dunes. I feel almost naked being out on the beach, unprotected by Gomorrah’s smoke. Anyone traveling from far away would spot us as two dark flecks on the shoreline.
“Is it safe to be out here, in the open?” I ask him.
“No one will notice one man walking along the beach.”