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Five Years Later
IF I DIE IN THIS TEMPLE TONIGHT, AT LEAST MY DEATH WILL FAN THE
flames of our rebellion.
This was what I told myself over and over—an affirmation that kept my
muscles loose as I scaled the walls, a vow that cleared my mind as I pulled
myself onto the sloped roof of the temple’s second story.
The incline here was steeper than I’d anticipated. I felt heavier the
higher I climbed, my bottom half dragging as though someone had filled
my boots with rocks. But I kept my balance.
Somehow, I kept my balance.
Gritting my teeth, I felt my way along the roof, grappling for a better
hold, ignoring the burning in my arms as I pulled myself upward. I was
breathtakingly high at this point, enough that much of the city of Cauldra—
with all its cramped and colorful, ramshackle houses and trash-lined streets
—had started to spin and blur beneath me.
I was not particularly fond of heights.
Andrel had only chuckled when I’d reminded him of this fear earlier. He
knew I wouldn’t argue with his plan, fear or no fear. None of us ever did.
And—to his credit, I suppose—all of us had survived every plan he’d ever
come up with.
I took a deep, bracing breath. I was here, now, and I would have no
room for fear in my mind as long as I stayed focused on my plan and
After shifting my feet into a more solid stance, I let my claws extend
from my fingertips and dug them into a crease between the stone slab tiles
of the roof. Now more tightly secured, I fully gathered my balance before
resuming the climb upward, eventually coming to rest in a nearly horizontal
position with my fingers curled around the lip of a recessed skylight.
I peered down through the glass, watching for movement in the room
beneath me, scarcely daring to breathe.
When I was certain no threats waited below, I carefully rose into a
crouched position and contemplated my next move.
In the dark glass of the skylight, I watched my reflection tucking a
strand of raven-black hair behind my ear. My chest tightened at the sight of
my still-extended claws. My eyes averted out of habit, but I swallowed my
distaste and kept the claws out. No one was up here to see them; why not
make use of them? So what if—
Enough, I inwardly chastised myself.
There was no time to waste thinking about these things.
I took a small, sharp knife from the thick pouch attached to my belt and
carefully tested it on a corner of the glass. It sliced straight through,
pinching off a neat, sharp little triangle that tink tink tinked its way over the
I held the blade more carefully after this, even as my forearm tingled
and burned from the effort of keeping it steady. It was sharp enough to
sever a finger with little effort, Cillian had warned, and I should have
known better than to doubt him; he was the expert on weapons.
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