couple yards away, my right hand ran across cables dangling from the ceiling. Something bright flashed against my hand, startling me. A spark beside my feet ignited paper strewn across the floor. I extinguished it by kicking water over it. Plunged into darkness again, I could still see a bright spot in the center of my vision.
I found the door and avoided catching the glass edge as I eased my way through. When I was outside, I stomped away from the building and didnât look back. I tried to stay focused, but couldnât. I was furious. Whether or not I was an Apprentice, I was surely more useful to the colony alive than dead.
I could see a little better outside, but I still hugged the building. I couldnât afford to get lost. My head felt hot, but the rest of me was shivering. A long night in Skeleton Town was the last thing I wanted.
After several steps the wall felt rougher, and I knew I was next to a different building. When that building ended, I kept moving straight ahead across the road toward the shelter. Five steps. Ten steps. Fifteen.
Something didnât feel right. The shelter wasnât where I expected it to be.
Suddenly there was a sound nearby: something moving, or scraping. Had someone come to find me?
âWhoâs there?â I shouted.
No response, so I rushed in the direction of the sound. When I reached the spot, I stretched out my arms and felt only wind and rain.
I heard the sound again, nearer this time. Again I hurried toward it, and my shoulder collided with the smooth wall of the shelter. I knew it would hurt in the morning, but I didnât care. All my energy was focused on following the wall. When I finally reached the door, I threw myself inside.
I clung to the rail and descended the stairs, footsteps unsteady, shoes slippery. The candle still glowed, but no one stirred. I wound my way toward Lora. She lay on her side, exactly where Iâd left her.
âTwo,â she murmured, eyes shut tight. âTwo tablets.â
âThere was nothing there.
Nothing
.â
It seemed as though her entire body recoiled. âShouldâve sent Ananias,â she said, more breath than words. âOr Eleanor. Or Alice. Anyone but you.â
âThere was nothing there.â
I wanted her to open her eyes. To apologize for what sheâd done. But as the moments passed, I began to notice things: her expression, taut and unchanging; her legs, pulled tight against her chest. She looked helpless. She was suffering.
âBlanket,â she mouthed.
My mind drifted back to the building. Had there been other shelves after all? Had I stopped looking too soon?
âBlan . . .â This time she couldnât even complete the word.
With so many bodies crammed together, the night felt even hotter and stickier than the day, but I spread my blanket across her anyway. Her arms glistened with perspiration.
I lay down as her rasping breath steadied. She said the word
tessa
over and over until her voice faded away entirely and I knew that she had finally fallen asleep.
As I rolled away from Lora, I noticed that Alice had edged closer to me. I could even see the whites of her eyes, so I guessed that sheâd been listening.
âYouâre drenched.â She stifled a yawn. âWhere have you been?â
âInto Skeleton Town.â
âWhat for? And why did she keep saying âtessaâ?â
âHow did you hearââ I began to say. But then Aliceâs eyes grew wide. She was looking upward as though watching someone standing over me.
I rolled over and collided with Griffin. He knelt beside Guardian Lora and placed his hands under her head. She didnât say a word, even when he lifted her head into his lap and stroked her hair tenderly.
Then I realized why.
Lora had always been one of the cruelest Guardiansânever satisfied, always doubting. But at that moment, all I could think was that her challenge to me had been real.