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I’m about to turn from the window when one of the sword-shaped doors of the Heritage Building opens below. A tall man with sandy-blond hair in an Exo uniform emerges. He takes a few steps onto the penthouse’s grassy balcony, scanning the buildings around him until he finds ours. His face tilts upward. Hawthorne.

My hand presses against the glass. Then Gabriel joins Hawthorne at the railing. The shock of seeing them together brings a rush of blood to my head. My hand slides down the window as I crumble onto the floor.

Chapter 21

White Rose

I awake in a sterile bed. Medical monitoring machines blink and beep. The walls of a hospital room take shape. Across from me, a life-size visual screen plays newsreel taken outside the Salloway Munitions Conglomerate’s headquarters, drone footage of me being transported on a hoverstretcher. I have no memory of it. I gaze around for a way to turn down the volume, and my eyes fall on a black-coated man sitting in the chair near my bed, his blond hair slicked back. He’s riveted by what he’s watching.

“Agent Crow,” I growl. I find a switch on the bedside railing and press it. My bed slowly tilts up.

“Roselle.” He says my name as if it’s his favorite word. “Did I wake you?” He turns down the volume so that it’s barely discernible over the pounding of my heart. “They’re calling you a heroine”—he indicates the visual wall with a flick of his wrist—“for repelling the Gates of Dawn soldiers when your airship drifted off course and crashed in rebel territory. It’s amazing that you made it out with your life.”

“It’s not that amazing,” I reply. “I got my head beaten in.”

“Yes, a severe concussion. Someone wasn’t fooling around.” He flashes me a steel-toothed grin.

“It was more of a mob than a someone.”

“How ever did you escape?” he asks, leaning closer.

“That’s kind of fuzzy. I can’t remember—head injuries are tricky.”

“Did you leave Edgerton and Hammon behind to fend for themselves?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I reply.

“The friends you took with you. Did you leave them in the Fate of Stars?” He twirls his fingers as if unraveling a plot.

“I was alone.”

“Think harder, Roselle,” he growls. “You weren’t alone. You hid your pregnant friend and her lover in your airship and smuggled them out of the Fate of Swords.”

“If she’s gone, then someone took her, like a Census agent. Your lawlessness is legendary. You think you can disappear anyone for any reason. As a matter of fact, I saw her talking to you before I left. It would be interesting to find out just how many secondborns go missing after they speak to you, Agent Crow.”

His face darkens. “You think you’re powerful now that you’re with Clifton Salloway?”

“I think you’re afraid of just how powerful I could become, with or without him.”

“I’m never going to call off the search for them, Roselle. I promise you I will find them, and when I do, I’ll be back for you.”

I rub my aching temples. “I’m going to call off the search for your soul, Agent Crow. I’m tired of looking for it. It’s plain to me that you just don’t have one.”

He chuckles and walks to the doorway. “The physicians did an outstanding job on your face. You may be even lovelier now. I cannot wait for my turn to work on it.” He leaves the room, and I have to fight the urge to vomit brought on by the sheer terror I feel at his parting words.

I make my way to the small closet on the other side of the room. Inside, I find Mags’s ugly cloak. The hat that Reykin gave me is still shoved in the pocket. I tug it out and locate the thin, golden, star-shaped device in the brim. Taking the star to the bathroom, I set it down on the sink.

I hide the golden star inside the nest I create out of my hair, securing it in a bun with an elastic band I find in the cabinet. Then I evaluate my face for the first time. I tilt my head at different angles, eye my new thinner, straighter nose and smooth complexion. I look just slightly different than before—more sophisticated somehow. I’m not sure what they did to me, but I’m not going to object. I’m no longer in much pain. With the exception of a headache and some stiffness, I am as I ever was.

“Roselle!”

I peek around the door to see Emmitt standing next to Clara Diamond. He places his hand on his chest, dropping his chin and saying to Clara under his breath, “This place is horrendous. We have to get her out of here before any drone cameras get in. She will look horrible in this light.”

“Emmitt?” I emerge from the bathroom.

“Roselle! My dear girl! It’s so wonderful to see you!” He gives me air kisses on both cheeks. “Your nose is perfection! I always thought it was too big. Didn’t I always say that, Clara?”

Clara nods. “He did say that a lot.”

“Er . . . thanks,” I murmur. “Why are you here?”

He draws his hands in front of him in loose fists. “No one has told you?”

“Told me what?”

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