I remember Cell 7, when I bit Gabrielle, back when he was a human. “You’re lying,” I say, but know I’m wrong.
“You know that’s not true,” Gabrielle’s eyes shimmer with knowledge. He knows what I’m capable of.
I shake my head over and over again, denying what I’ve suspected all along. “Monarch wouldn’t create a virus that could turn people into you.”
“You think that’s bad, it’s only the beginning of it.” He sighs. “There’s no point in trying to explain the beauty of it all. You’re feeble human mind can’t grasp the deeper meaning here.”
“Murder is murder,” Aiden snaps, his fists and legs shaking. “And because we’re human, it allows us to see there’s no beauty in that.”
He crosses his arms and cups his chin musingly, his eyes lingering on Aiden. “I was planning on killing all of you, but since you aren’t one of the Cell 7 breed I’ll give you a free pass. You can go back to The Colony with me.”
There’s no hesitancy from Aiden. “No, I’ll never go back there.”
“Very well then,” the Higher says impassively. “But heroicness is a flaw not a gift.”
“Wow, you’re chalk full of twisted words of wisdom,” Sylas says with mock shock. “Aren’t you?”
Gabrielle raises his hand and strikes Sylas across the face. It’s like metal hitting metal and Sylas winces, jerking the chains, which wave up and clip Gabrielle’s skin.
He flinches back, his skin sizzling against the silver.
“Wow, a weakness,” I say. “It’s nice to know you have one.”
He curses under his breath, words of his own language. Then he wipes all emotion from his faultless face and parts for the archway. “Like I said, every system has its flaws, but there are always ways to fix it.”
“I’ll go.” The traitor’s voice belongs to Ryder. She missteps to her feet, gripping her head. “I want to go with you… back to The Colony. Please take me with you.”
Gabrielle eyes her unemotionally. “And you are?”
“Ryder Ayes,” her voice slurs. “And I wasn’t part of Cell 7.”
Gabrielle rolls up his sleeves, showing his flawless skin. “Show me your number.”
Ryder trips over her boots with her arms out. Gabrielle takes her wrist, pressing into her skin as he examines the short number.
“You’re nothing but an Adepti,” he remarks. “Why are you even out here? Only Belletors are selected for The Gathering. They’re the only ones we watch.”
“Monarch used me for experiments,” she clarifies, her knees knocking together. “I just wasn’t that important to him.”
I glare at Ryder, a coward, weaseling her way back into The Colony and taking my memories with her.
“Ryder, what are you doing?” Aiden’s heart is betrayed. “You don’t want to go back there. You hated it, remember?”
Ryder stares at the cave wall. “I hate it out here just as much. And I don’t want to struggle anymore.”
Gabrielle tosses her arm aside. Ryder loses her balances and bumps into Sylas, who steps aside so she face plants it to the ground.
Ryder overlaps her fingers and starts to sob. “Please, I don’t belong out here. I hate it!”
Gabrielle straightens his robe “Very well, you can come back.” He kicks the lanterns over and glass and liquid pool the ground. He grabs Ryder’s arm and pushes her out the archway. He takes a bottle from the pocket of his robe and squirts it all over the ground, until the red dirt is doused. Then he retrieves a box of matches and swipes the tip, lighting a flame. “Fire is a truly amazing thing. It’s what concealed us from the others all this time—it’s what protects us.” He stares at the flame. “Of course, it also hurts like hell to be burned alive.” He releases the flame onto the liquid. The floor ignites, smoke and fire spilling everywhere.
“Oh yes, and you.” His eyes dagger at Sylas. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you. The one who kept sneaking into my Colony, thinking he was invincible, when you aren’t even supposed to be alive.” There’s a shift in Gabrielle’s eyes and it’s the same look I wore when I killed the girl. Fangs slip from his lips and his eyes glimmer red.
Sylas’ eyes widen and he leaps back, shocked. “What are you…”
The Higher moves without a sound and stabs his teeth into Sylas’ neck. Blood soaks Sylas’ neck, shirt, and arms. He stumbles back, blood pouring all over his body.
Gabrielle backs away and dabs the blood from his lips. An eruption of anger consumes me and I launch for him. For a moment, he’s afraid. But when I hit the end of the chains, I’m jolted back and the metal punctures my skin. Gabrielle vanishes beneath the archway and the fire roars higher. Aiden jumps back to avoid being burned.
“Do you have the key to the cuffs?” I ask hastily. “Aiden please tell me you have the key.”
He coughs coarsely as the smoke infests his lungs. “I’m so sorry, Juniper.”
A line of fire blazes across the cave. Sylas huddles back, protecting his bitten neck, hacking from the smoke. “Well, somebody better do something, or we’re all screwed.”
Aiden takes my hand, his skin hot and sweaty. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers again. “This is all my fault.”
“Quit saying you’re sorry and do something!” I yell, wrenching my hand from his. “Don’t just give up!”
He looks at me like I’ve slapped him. I shake my head and whirl toward the wall. Winding the chains up my arms, I force them taut. I put one foot on the cave wall and plant the other on the ground. I close my eyes, calming my heart, and pull with all my might. The metal slashes my skin and every muscle in my body protests against the heat. I jerk harder.
“Come on,” I whisper. “Please.” Blood is dripping everywhere, but the cave wall starts to surrender. I skid back a little as the hooks begin to give, finally breaking from the wall. The force of their release sends me backward. I plummet on my back and the flames singe my hair. The chains and cuffs are still attached to my arms and when I stand, they drag across the ground. Aiden’s at my side and directs me for the archway. But I shrug him off and back to the wall, eyes targeted on the flames.
“Kayla,” Aiden runs for me. “Don’t.”
“Just get the others out!”
He reaches for me, but I sprint for the fire and spring on my toes. As I fly through the air, with heat melting my shoes, I tell myself I’m not afraid of death. I’m afraid of living with the heavy burdens of the “what if’s?”
What if I would have gone home that day? What if Monarch didn’t choose me? What if I walked away and I let Sylas burn? The last one I won’t live with.
I land with a heavy thud and roll my ankle. Shaking off the pain, I shield my eyes and feel my way to him through the smoke. “Sylas!” I cough.
He’s right in front of me. “That was a stupid move,” he jokes. “You should have just left. It’s what I would have done,” he lies.
I grab hold of his chains, the links scorching hot. “Just shut up and help me.”
He takes the other chain, breathing through his nose as the silver dissolves his skin. We both throw our weight into it. Our skin beads with sweat and flames crackle at our backs. The silver creaks, swaying and bending, before the links snap just below the cuffs. We’re flung backward, landing near the flames. Sylas’ sleeve catches on fire and he rolls in the dirt until it burns out.
He struggles to his feet, the small amount of silver on his wrists draining his energy. I put his arm around my neck and duck my head down as I head for the archway. The whole room ignites behind us and the smoke chases us into the next room. Everything’s clouded, but I hear coughing and panicked voices.
“Where are you guys!” I scream, shaking off the potency of their fears.
“Kayla.” Maci’s hand slips into mine. “We can’t get out. The rock’s in the way.”
Sylas’ feet slip from under him and he flops to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Stay with him,” I tell Maci. I weave through the smoke, searching for the exit. When I reach it, Aiden, Cedrix, and Greyson are there, pushing with all their strength. Greyson carries a long silver-bladed sword with a razor-sharp tip. I briefly think of the damage I could have caused to Gabrielle, if I was the fighter I used to be. I squeeze between Cedrix and Aiden, who fears I’ll never forgive him for this.
“It’s not your fault,” I tell him. “Now quit worrying about whether or not I’m mad at you and push.”
It relieves some of the pressure he’s feeling, and that’s exactly what we need—it will make him stronger.
“On the count of three,” Greyson hollers. He turns his head to his shoulder and coughs. “One, two, three!”
We shove, but the massive rock doesn’t dislodge, scrapping our hands bare.
“He was really trying to keep us in here,” Greyson remarks, with a nervous laugh as he peeks back at the fire and smoke. “I don’t think this rock’s going anywhere.”
I glance over my shoulder. The flames are scorching almost every inch of the cave. I rub my eyes from the sting of the smoke.
“Push again,” I order, refusing to give up.
They press their hands against the rock, with a heavy amount of hopelessness pumping through their bodies. We shove hard, faces growing red, joints popping, and Cedrix slips to the floor. He turns over and leans against the rock.
“Sometimes you have to accept the inevitable,” he says to no one in particular.
“Like hell I will.” I crash my shoulder into the rock repeatedly. My skin bruises and welts. “Damn it!”
Aiden touches my arm, trying to turn me to him. “Kayla, stop. You’re only hurting yourself.”