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on. You’re going to get a girlfriend someday. ”
    “We’ll see. Guess I’m picky like that.”
    I stopped to look my brother directly in the eyes. “Metias, did our mother take care of me when I was sick? Did she do things like this?”
    Metias reached over to push sweaty strands of my hair away from my face. “Don’t be stupid, Junebug. Of course Mom took care of you. And she was much better at it than I am.”
    “No. You take care of me the best,” I murmured. My eyelids were growing heavy.
    My brother smiled. “Nice of you to say so.”
    “You’re not going to leave me too, are you? You’ll stay with me longer than Mom and Dad did?”
    Metias kissed me on my forehead. “Forever and ever, kid, until you’re sick and tired of seeing me.”

    0001 HOURS.
RUBY SECTOR.
72°F INDOORS.
     
    I know something has gone wrong the instant Thomas shows up at our door. The lights in all residential buildings have gone off, just as Metias had said they would, and nothing but oil lamps light the apartment. Ollie is barking up a storm. I’m dressed in my training uniform and a black and red vest with my boots laced and my hair tied back in a tight ponytail. For a brief moment, I’m actually glad that Metias isn’t the one waiting at the door. He’d see my getup and know that I’m headed out to the track. Defying him again.
    When I open the door, Thomas coughs nervously at the surprised look on my face and pretends to smile. (There is a streak of black grease on his forehead, probably from his own index finger. Which means he just finished polishing his rifle earlier in the evening, and his patrol’s inspection is tomorrow.) I cross my arms. He touches the edge of his cap politely.
    “Hello, Ms. Iparis,” he says.
    I take a deep breath. “I’m heading out to the track. Where’s Metias?”
    “Commander Jameson has requested that you come with me to the hospital as soon as possible.” Thomas hesitates for a second. “It’s more of an order than a request.”
    There’s a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Why didn’t she just call me?” I ask.
    “She prefers for me to escort you.”
    “Why?” My voice starts to rise. “Where’s my brother?”
    Now Thomas takes a deep breath. I already know what he’s going to say. “I’m sorry. Metias has been killed.”
    That’s when the world around me goes silent.
    As if from a great distance, I can see that Thomas is still speaking, gesturing with his hands, pulling me to him for a hug. I hug him back without realizing what I’m doing. I feel nothing. I nod when he steadies me and asks me to do something. To follow him. He keeps an arm around my shoulders. A dog’s wet nose nudges my hand. Ollie follows me out of the apartment, and I tell him to stay close. I lock the door and stuff the key into my pocket and let Thomas guide us through the darkness to the stairs. He’s talking the whole time, but I can’t hear him. I stare straight ahead at the reflective metal decorations lining the stairwell, at the distorted reflections of Ollie and me.
    I can’t make out my expression. I’m not sure I even have one.
    Metias should have taken me with him. This is my first coherent thought as we reach the bottom floor of our high-rise and climb into a waiting jeep. Ollie jumps into the backseat and sticks his head out the window. The car smells damp (like rubber and metal and fresh sweat—a group of people must’ve ridden in here recently). Thomas sits in the driver’s seat and makes sure my seat belt is buckled. Such a small, stupid thing.
    Metias should have taken me with him.
    I run this thought over and over again in my head. Thomas doesn’t say anything else. He lets me stare out at the darkened city as we go, occasionally shooting me a hesitant glance. Some small part of me makes a mental note to apologize to him later.
    My eyes glaze over at the familiar buildings we pass. People (mostly workers hired from the slums) pack the first-floor stands even