The fluorescent wands of firstlight hummed through the white-paneled, pristine corridor far beneath the Comitium. Hunt was a storm of black and gray against the shining white tiles, his steps unfaltering as he aimed for one of the sealed metal doors at the end of the long hall.
A step behind him, Bryce simply watched Hunt moveโthe way he cut through the world, the way the guards in the entry room hadn’t so much as checked his ID before waving them through.
She hadn’t realized that this place existed beneath the five shining towers of the Comitium. That they had cells. Interrogation rooms.
The one she’d been in the night Danika had died had been five blocks from here. A facility governed by protocols. But this place โฆ She tried not to think about what this place was for. What laws stopped applying once one crossed over the threshold.
The lack of any scent except bleach suggested it was scrubbed down often. The drains she noted every few feet suggestedโ
She didn’t want to know what the drains suggested.
They reached a room without windows, and Hunt laid a palm against the circular metal lock to its left. A hum and hiss, and he shouldered open the door, peering inside before nodding to her.
The firstlights above droned like hornets. What would her own firstlight go toward, small mote that it would be? With Hunt, the explosion of energy-filled light that had probably erupted from him when he’d made the Drop had likely gone toward fueling an entire city.
She sometimes wondered about it: whose firstlight was powering her phone, or the stereo, or her coffee machine.
And now was not the time to think about random shit, she chided herself as she followed Hunt into the cell and beheld the pale-skinned
man sitting there.
Two seats had been set before the metal table in the center of the roomโwhere Briggs’s shackles were currently chained. His white jumpsuit was pristine, butโ
Bryce beheld the state of his gaunt, hollow face and willed herself not to flinch. His dark hair was buzzed close to his scalp, and though not a bruise or scratch marred his skin, his deep blue eyes โฆ empty and hopeless.
Briggs said nothing as she and Hunt claimed the seats across the table. Cameras blinked red lights in every corner, and she had no doubt someone was listening in a control room a few doors down.
โWe won’t take much of your time,โ Hunt said, as if noting those haunted eyes as well.
โTime is all I have now, angel. And being here is better than being โฆ there.โ
There, where they kept him in Adrestia Prison. Where they did the things to him that resulted in those broken, awful eyes.
Bryce could feel Hunt silently urging her to ask the first of their questions, and she took a breath, bracing herself to fill this humming, too-small room with her voice.
But Briggs asked, โWhat month is it? What’s today’s date?โ
Horror coiled in her gut. This man had wanted to kill people, she reminded herself. Even if it seemed he hadn’t killed Danika, he had planned to kill plenty of others, to ignite a larger-scale war between the human and Vanir. To overthrow the Asteri. It was why he remained behind bars.
โIt’s the twelfth of April,โ Hunt said, his voice low, โin the year 15035.โ
โIt’s only been two years?โ
Bryce swallowed against the dryness in her mouth. โWe came to ask you about some things related to two years ago. As well as some recent events.โ
Briggs looked at her then. Really looked. โWhy?โ
Hunt leaned back, a silent indication that this was now her show to run. โThe White Raven nightclub was bombed a few days ago. Considering that it was one of your prime targets a few years ago, evidence points toward Keres being active again.โ
โAnd you think I’m behind it?โ A bitter smile curved the angular, harsh face. Hunt tensed. โI don’t know whatย yearย it is, girl. And you think I’m somehow able to make outside contact?โ
โWhat about your followers?โ Hunt said carefully. โWould they have done it in your name?โ
โWhy bother?โ Briggs reclined in his chair. โI failed them. I failed our people.โ He nodded toward Bryce. โAnd failed people like youโthe undesirables.โ
โYou never represented me,โ Bryce said quietly. โI abhor what you tried to do.โ
Briggs laughed, a broken rasp. โWhen the Vanir tell you you’re not good enough for any job because of your human blood, when males like this asshole next to you just see you as a piece of ass to be fucked and then discarded, when you see your motherโit is a human mother for you, isn’t it? It always isโbeing treated like trash โฆ You’ll find those self-righteous feelings fading real fast.โ
She refused to reply. To think about the times she’d seen her mother ignored or sneered atโ
Hunt said, โSo you’re saying you’re not behind this bombing.โ โAgain,โ Briggs said, tugging on his shackles, โthe only people I see
on a daily basis are the ones who take me apart like a cadaver, and then stitch me up again before nightfall, their medwitches smoothing everything away.โ
Her stomach churned. Even Hunt’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. โYour followers wouldn’t have considered bombing the nightclub in
revenge?โ
Briggs demanded, โAgainst who?โ
โUs. For investigating Danika Fendyr’s murder and looking for Luna’s Horn.โ
Briggs’s blue eyes shuttered. โSo the assholes in the 33rd finally realized I didn’t kill her.โ
โYou haven’t been officially cleared of anything,โ Hunt said roughly. Briggs shook his head, staring at the wall to his left. โI don’t know anything about Luna’s Horn, and I’m sure as shit no Keres soldier did either, but I liked Danika Fendyr. Even when she busted me, I liked her.โ
Hunt stared at the gaunt, haunted manโa shell of the powerfully built adult he’d been two years ago. What they were doing to him in that prison โฆ Fucking Hel.
Hunt could take a few guesses about the manner of torture. The memories of it being inflicted upon him still dragged him from sleep.
Bryce was blinking at Briggs. โWhat do you mean, youย likedย her?โ
Briggs smiled, savoring Quinlan’s surprise. โShe circled me and my agents for weeks. She even met with me twice. Told me to stop my plans
โor else she’d have to bring me in. Well, that was the first time. The second time she warned me that she had enough evidence against me that sheย hadย to bring me in, but I could get off easy if I admitted to my plotting and ended it then and there. I didn’t listen then, either. That third time โฆ She brought her pack, and that was that.โ
Hunt reined in his emotions, setting his features into neutrality. โDanika went easy on you?โ Bryce’s face had drained of color. It
took a surprising amount of effort not to touch her hand.
โShe tried to.โ Briggs ran gnarled fingers down his pristine jumpsuit. โFor a Vanir, she was fair. I don’t think she necessarily disagreed with us. With my methods, yes, but I thought she might have been a sympathizer.โ He surveyed Bryce again with a starkness that had Hunt’s hackles rising.
Hunt suppressed a growl at the term. โYour followers knew this?โ โYes. I think she even let some of them get away that night.โ
Hunt blew out a breath. โThat is a big fucking claim to make against an Aux leader.โ
โShe’s dead, isn’t she? Who cares?โ
Bryce flinched. Enough so that Hunt didn’t hold back his growl this time.
โDanika wasn’t a rebel sympathizer,โ Bryce hissed.
Briggs looked down his nose at her. โNot yet, maybe,โ he agreed, โbut Danika could have been starting down that path. Maybeย sheย saw how her pretty, half-breed friend was treated by others and didn’t like it too much, either.โ He smiled knowingly when Bryce blinked at his correct guess regarding her relationship to Danika. The emotions he’d probably read in her face.
Briggs went on, โMy followers knew Danika was a potential asset. We’d discussed it, right up until the raid. And that night, Danika and her pack were fair with us. We fought, and even managed to get in a few good blows on that Second of hers.โ He whistled. โConnor Holstrom.โ Bryce went utterly rigid. โGuy was a bruiser.โ From the cruel curve of his lips, he’d clearly noticed how stiff she’d gone at the mention of Connor’s name. โWas Holstrom your boyfriend? Pity.โ
โThat’s none of your business.โ The words were flat as Briggs’s eyes.
They tightened something in Hunt’s chest, her words. The vacancy in her voice.
Hunt asked him, โYou never mentioned any of this when you were initially arrested?โ
Briggs spat, โWhy theย fuckย would I ever rat out a potentially sympathetic, incredibly powerful Vanir like Danika Fendyr? I might have been headed forย thisโโhe gestured to the cell around themโโbut the cause would live on. Itย hadย to live on, and I knew that someone like Danika could be a mighty ally to have on our side.โ
Hunt cut in, โBut why not mention any of this during your murder trial?โ
โMy trial? You mean that two-day sham they televised? With thatย lawyerย the Governor assigned me?โ Briggs laughed and laughed. Hunt had to remind himself that this was an imprisoned man, enduring unspeakable torture. And not someone he could punch in the face. Not even for the way his laugh made Quinlan shift in her seat. โI knew they’d pin it on me no matter what. Knew that even if I told the truth, I’d wind up here. So on the chance that Danika might have friends still living who shared her sentiments, I kept her secrets to myself.โ
โYou’re ratting her out now,โ Bryce said.
But Briggs didn’t reply to that, and instead studied the dented metal table. โI said it two years ago, and I’ll say it again now: Keres didn’t kill Danika or the Pack of Devils. The White Raven bombing, thoughโthey might have managed that. Good for them if they did.โ
Hunt ground his teeth. Had he been this out of touch with reality when he’d followed Shahar? Had it been this level of fanaticism that prompted him to lead the angels of the 18th to Mount Hermon? In those last days, would he have evenย listenedย to anyone if they’d advised against it?
A hazy memory surfaced, of Isaiah doing just that, screaming in Hunt’s war tent. Fuck.
Briggs asked, โDid a lot of Vanir die in the bombing?โ
Disgust curdled Bryce’s face. โNo,โ she said, standing from her chair. โNot a single one.โ She spoke with the imperiousness of a queen. Hunt could only rise with her.
Briggs tsked. โToo bad.โ
Hunt’s fingers balled into fists. He’d been so wildly in love with Shahar, with the causeโhad he been no better than this man?
Bryce said tightly, โThank you for answering our questions.โ Without waiting for Briggs to reply, she hurried for the door. Hunt kept a step behind her, even with Briggs anchored to the table.
That she’d ended the meeting so quickly showed Hunt that Bryce shared his opinion: Briggs truly hadn’t killed Danika.
He’d nearly reached the open doorway when Briggs said to him, โYou’re one of the Fallen, huh?โ Hunt paused. Briggs smiled. โTons of respect for you, man.โ He surveyed Hunt from head to toe. โWhat part of the 18th did you serve in?โ
Hunt said nothing. But Briggs’s blue eyes shone. โWe’ll bring the bastards down someday, brother.โ
Hunt glanced toward Bryce, already halfway down the hallway, her steps swift. Like she couldn’t stand to breathe the same air as the man chained to the table, like she had to get out of this awful place. Hunt himself had been here, interrogated people, more often than he cared to remember.
And the kill he’d made last night โฆ It had lingered. Ticked off another life-debt, but it had lingered.
Briggs was still staring at him, waiting for Hunt to speak. The agreement that Hunt would have voiced weeks ago now dissolved on his tongue.
No, he’d been no better than this man. He didn’t know where that put him.
โSo Briggs and his followers are off the list,โ Bryce said, folding her feet beneath her on her living room couch. Syrinx was already snoring beside her. โUnless you think he was lying?โ
Hunt, seated at the other end of the sectional, frowned at the sunball game just starting on TV. โHe was telling the truth. I’ve dealt with enough โฆ prisoners to sense when someone’s lying.โ
The words were clipped. He’d been on edge since they’d left the Comitium through the same unmarked street door they’d used to enter. No chance of running into Sandriel that way.
Hunt pointed to the papers Bryce had brought from the gallery, noting some of Danika’s movements and the list of names she’d compiled. โRemind me who’s the next suspect on your list?โ
Bryce didn’t answer as she observed his profile, the light of the screen bouncing off his cheekbones, deepening the shadow beneath his strong jaw.
He truly was pretty. And really seemed to be in a piss-poor mood. โWhat’s wrong?โ
โNothing.โ
โSays the guy who’s grinding his teeth so hard I can hear them.โ
Hunt cut her a glare and spread a muscled arm along the back of the couch. He’d changed when they’d returned thirty minutes ago, having grabbed a quick bite at a noodles-and-dumplings food cart just down the block, and now wore a soft gray T-shirt, black sweats, and a white sunball cap turned backward.
It was the hat that had proven the most confusingโso ordinary and
โฆย guy-ish, for lack of a better word, that she’d been stealing glances at him for the past fifteen minutes. Stray locks of his dark hair curled around the edges, the adjustable band nearly covered the tattoo over his brow, and she had no idea why, but it was all just โฆ Disgustingly distracting.
โWhat?โ he asked, noting her gaze.
Bryce reached forward, her long braid slipping over a shoulder, and grabbed his phone from the coffee table. She snapped a photo of him and sent a copy to herself, mostly because she doubted anyone would believe her that Hunt fucking Athalar was sitting on her couch in casual clothes, sunball hat on backward, watching TV and drinking a beer.
The Shadow of Death, everyone.
โThat’s annoying,โ he said through his teeth.
โSo is your face,โ she said sweetly, tossing the phone to him. Hunt picked it up, snapped a photo ofย her, and then set it down, eyes on the game again.
She let him watch for another minute before she said, โYou’ve been broody since Briggs.โ
His mouth twisted toward the side. โSorry.โ โWhy are you apologizing?โ
His fingers traced a circle along the couch cushion. โIt brought up some bad shit. Aboutโabout the way I helped lead Shahar’s rebellion.โ
She considered, retracing every horrid word and exchange in that cell beneath the Comitium.
Oh.ย Oh. She said carefully, โYou’re nothing like Briggs, Hunt.โ
His dark eyes slid toward her. โYou don’t know me well enough to say that.โ
โDid you willingly and gleefully risk innocent lives to further your rebellion?โ
His mouth thinned. โNo.โ โWell, there you have it.โ
Again, his jaw worked. Then he said, โBut I was blind. About a lot of things.โ
โLike what?โ
โJust a lot,โ he hedged. โLooking at Briggs, what they’re doing to him โฆ I don’t know why it bothered me this time. I’ve been down there often enough with other prisoners thatโI mean โฆโ His knee bounced. He said without looking at her, โYou know what kinda shit I have to do.โ
She said gently, โYeah.โ
โBut for whatever reason, seeing Briggs like that today, it just made me remember my own โฆโ He trailed off again and swigged from his beer.
Icy, oily dread filled her stomach, twisting with the fried noodles she’d inhaled thirty minutes ago. โHow long did they do that to youโ after Mount Hermon?โ
โSeven years.โ
She closed her eyes as the weight of those words rippled through her. Hunt said, โI lost track of time, too. The Asteri dungeons are so far beneath the earth, so lightless, that days are years and years are days and
โฆ When they let me out, I went right to the Archangel Ramuel. My first
โฆย handler. He continued the pattern for two years, got bored with it, and realized that I’d be more useful dispatching demons and doing his bidding than rotting away in his torture chambers.โ
โBurning Solas, Hunt,โ she whispered.
He still didn’t look at her. โBy the time Ramuel decided to let me serve as his assassin, it had been nine years since I’d seen sunlight. Since I’d heard the wind or smelled the rain. Since I’d seen grass, or a river, or a mountain. Since I’d flown.โ
Her hands shook enough that she crossed her arms, tucking her fingers tight to her body. โIโI am so sorry.โ
His eyes turned distant, glazed. โHatred was the only thing that fueled me through it. Briggs’s kind of hatred. Not hope, not love. Only unrelenting, raging hatred. For the Archangels. For the Asteri. For all of it.โ He finally looked at her, his eyes as hollow as Briggs’s had been. โSo, yeah. I might not have ever been willing to kill innocents to help Shahar’s rebellion, but that’s the only difference between me and Briggs. Still is.โ
She didn’t let herself reconsider before she took his hand.
She hadn’t realized how much bigger Hunt’s hand was until hers coiled around it. Hadn’t realized how many calluses lay on his palms and fingers until they rasped against her skin.
Hunt glanced down at their hands, her dusk-painted nails contrasting with the deep gold of his skin. She found herself holding her breath,
waiting for him to snatch his hand back, and asked, โDo you still feel like hatred is all that gets you through the day?โ
โNo,โ he said, eyes lifting from their hands to scan her face. โSometimes, for some things, yes, but โฆ No, Quinlan.โ
She nodded, but he was still watching her, so she reached for the spreadsheets.
โYou have nothing else to say?โ Hunt’s mouth twisted to the side. โYou, the person who has an opinion on everything and everyone, have nothing else to say about what I just told you?โ
She pushed her braid over her shoulder. โYou’re not like Briggs,โ she said simply.
He frowned. And began to withdraw his hand from hers.
Bryce clamped her fingers around his. โYou might see yourself that way, but I see you, too, Athalar. I see your kindness and your โฆ whatever.โ She squeezed his hand for emphasis. โI see all the shit you conveniently forget. Briggs is a bad person. He might have once gotten into the human rebellion for the right reasons, but he is aย bad person. You aren’t. You will never be. End of story.โ
โThis bargain I’ve got with Micah suggests otherwiseโโ โYou’re not like him.โ
The weight of his stare pressed on her skin, warmed her face.
She withdrew her hand as casually as she could, trying not to note how his own fingers seemed hesitant to let go. But she leaned forward, stretching out her arm, and flicked his hat. โWhat’s up with this, by the way?โ
He batted her away. โIt’s a hat.โ
โIt doesn’t fit with your whole predator-in-the-night image.โ
For a heartbeat, he was utterly silent. Then he laughed, tipping back his head. The strong tan column of his throat worked with the movement, and Bryce crossed her arms again.
โAh, Quinlan,โ he said, shaking his head. He swept the hat off his head and plunked it down atop her own. โYou’re merciless.โ
She grinned, twisting the cap backward the way he’d worn it, and primly shuffled the papers. โLet’s look this over again. Since Briggs was a bust, and the Viper Queen’s out โฆ maybe there’s something with Danika at Luna’s Temple the night the Horn was stolen that we’re missing.โ
He drifted closer, his thigh grazing her bent knee, and peered at the papers in her lap. She watched his eyes slide over them as he studied the
list of locations. And tried not to think about the warmth of that thigh against her leg. The solid muscle of it.
Then he lifted his head.
He was close enough that she realized his eyes weren’t black after all, but rather a shade of darkest brown. โWe’re idiots.โ
โAt least you saidย we.โ
He snickered, but didn’t pull back. Didn’t move that powerful leg of his. โThe temple has exterior cameras. They would have been recording the night the Horn was stolen.โ
โYou make it sound as if the 33rd didn’t check that two years ago.
They said the blackout rendered any footage essentially useless.โ โMaybe we didn’t run the right tests on the footage. Look at the right
fields. Ask the right people to examine it. If Danika was there that night, why didn’t anyone know that? Why didn’tย sheย come forward about being at the temple when the Horn was stolen? Why didn’t the acolyte say anything about her presence?โ
Bryce chewed on her lip. Hunt’s eyes dipped to it. She could have sworn they darkened. That his thigh pressed harder into hers. As if in challengeโa dare to see if she’d back down.
She didn’t, but her voice turned hoarse as she said, โYou think Danika might have known who took the Hornโand she tried to hide it?โ She shook her head. โDanika wouldn’t have done that. She barely seemed to care that the Horn had been stolen at all.โ
โI don’t know,โ he said. โBut let’s start by looking at the footage, even if it’s a whole lot of nothing. And send it to someone who can give us a more comprehensive analysis.โ He swiped his hat off her head, and put it back on his ownโstill backward, still with those little curling pieces of hair peeking around the edges. As if for good measure, he tugged the end of her braid, then folded his hands behind his head as he went back to watching the game.
The absence of his leg against hers was like a cold slap. โWho do you have in mind?โ
His mouth just curved upward.