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Authors: Caragh M. O'Brien

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SILENCE STILLED THE CROWD, and then Gaia moved forward to where the guards, as perplexed as everyone else, still maintained their circle around Leon.
“Leon,” Gaia said. “I'm here.”
He didn't respond. His blue eyes had turned to flint, and his unflinching gaze remained directed toward the Matrarc, who was conferring with her husband and several mladies on the platform. Gaia tried again. She had to speak between the shoulders of two of the guards.
“Leon, please. This makes no sense.”
He turned then, finally, his scathing eyes burning into her with such intense hatred that she jerked back. His fingers closed again in a fist, and she saw up close the iron power contained in his grasp. She could not believe this was Leon, the same man who'd sacrificed himself for her at the great south gate of the Enclave. He looked like he'd happily rip her to shreds and throw her carcass in bits to wild dogs.
You can't be like this
, she thought.
The Matrarc stepped to the edge of the platform again. “Let
me clarify,” she said to Leon. “Are you aware that Gaia's sister Maya is an infant?”
“Yes,” Leon said.
“What could you possibly want with a baby?” the Matrarc asked, openly mystified.
“I don't care to explain,” Leon said.
“We would never let you harm a child,” the Matrarc said.
“I wouldn't harm her. Far from it. I'll care for her most tenderly.”
Gaia opposed the idea with every cell in her body. She didn't want her sister in Leon's control, not the way he was now. If Maya depended on him for care or affection, it would be torture for Gaia. Instinctively, horrifyingly, she knew that was his point.
“He wants what's mine,” Gaia said.
The Matrarc shook her head. “But Maya isn't yours, Mlass Gaia. You know that. I've given your sister to Mlady Adele, out on the island. She stays with her.”
“Mlady Adele may come to the winner's cabin, too, if she likes, or send a wet nurse. The details make no difference to me,” Leon said, his tone frankly belligerent. “Are you going to follow your own laws, or not?”
Dominic strode forward. “Take the crim back to prison and beat some manners into him.”
The guards instantly closed in again on Leon. “Matrarc!” Leon called out, his voice commanding. He struggled to try to break free, but they pinned his arms in a twist behind him. “You just gave me the rights of a winner. The rights I earned. All your voters here agreed. Or was that a farce?”
The Matrarc's voice grew hard. “The only farce here was the one you created. Every man of Sylum still has to follow our laws,” she said.
“I am following them,” Leon insisted. “You're the one who's reneging. I demand Maya Stone for one month in the winner's cabin. Send along anyone you want to care for her, but I claim her as my prize. It's my right. As far as I can tell, it's the
only
right I have. The only right
any
man has.”
There was a grumbling of dissatisfaction among the men as Leon's logic sank in, and everyone heard it. The Matrarc could not disregard Leon's claim, not without risking a rebellion.
“It's not my fault your law has a loophole in it,” Leon added mockingly. “Maybe you didn't think of everything.”
One of the guards punched him in the gut and Leon clenched over with an
oof
.
“Release him,” the Matrarc said.
Leon jerked free from their holds and spat in the grass.
“It's all right, Dominic,” the Matrarc said to her husband, who was leaning near to her ear again. “He knows what he's saying. Hear this, Vlatir. You'll get the baby. That's your right. But if you do one thing to upset the child or Mlady Adele when she comes to care for her, you're going back to the wasteland.”
“That's all I ask,” Leon said dryly.
“Mlass Gaia, go with him first thing tomorrow to talk to Mlady Adele. I'll give you a note to take.”
“Yes, Mlady.”
The Matrarc lifted her hand to the waiting crowd again. “There's a change happening in Sylum, for all of us. You can feel it, can't you?” In a flash, her honest question penetrated the hearts of everyone there, and the very quality of the air hummed with surprise, then caution, then curiosity. Gaia was amazed at the sudden evidence of the Matrarc's power. It wasn't so much that she influenced people, but that she tapped into what was there, waiting for a lightning rod.
“We can be afraid, or we can embrace it,” the Matrarc went on. “Watch out for each other. Care for each other gently. Come talk to me if you want to talk. We will find our way. We always have.”
A palpable shift moved through the crowd, and then a young voice called out from the edge, “Matina!”
The Matrarc lifted her chin slightly, listening, and all around her, Gaia felt everyone pause to listen for the bell's reverberation, a sound that wasn't even there but was somehow all the louder for being collectively imagined, three resonating bongs. Then in the rich silence, the Matrarc touched her hand to her heart. The gesture passed outward in a great, silent ripple of unity. Gaia glanced over to Leon to find him watching her cynically. Slowly, she lifted her hand to her heart, too.
“Thank you,” the Matrarc said simply, with heartfelt sincerity. “Let us go, now, my cousins. Let's remember to be grateful for all that we have.”
The crowd of two thousand eased subtly, murmured, and then voices started up again. People laughed, turning to each other openly in a unified community, even as they began to disperse and leave the field. Gaia was impressed beyond words. The Matrarc had taken a potentially explosive situation and not only diffused it, but transformed it into something beautiful instead. Gaia had no idea how she'd done it.
Taja left with her family, and Peony walked slowly away beside Munsch. Will was moving against the crowd, toward her and Leon and Peter, but as Gaia spotted him, Dinah's bright red hair appeared near his shoulder and he turned to the libby. They became absorbed into the throng, and even the guards were drifting away as Gaia moved toward Leon and Peter.
“You got me back in the game. I won't forget it,” Leon said to Peter.
“It was my mistake,” Peter said. “I thought you'd be easier to beat than the others.”
Closer now, she could see the filth that covered Leon, from his ripped shirt to the stains that darkened his work pants. His shoes were mere shreds of leather, and a line of blackish red was trickling down from Leon's elbow.
“You're hurt,” she said.
He didn't reply. “Where's this winner's cabin?” Leon asked Peter. “Up on the bluff?”
“I'll take you,” Peter said, looking at Gaia. “Mlass Gaia and I will.”
“There had better be food there,” Leon said.
She tried to examine his elbow more closely, and he deliberately turned away.
“There's no reason to ignore me,” she said.
Leon turned back to her slightly then, and she felt the exact moment when his grim blue eyes met her own.
“You can send me a note if you have anything to say,” he said.
She faltered back a half step. “I'm sorry.”
Leon turned his back on her.
“She just stood up for you,” Peter reminded him. “You should be grateful.”
Leon let out a brief, incredulous laugh. “To her? Never again.”
“Leon, please,” Gaia began.
“Don't,” he said. “Don't even start.”
“I'm so sorry, about all of it,” she said.
His teeth clicked together. “Two months I've spent in that hell-hole,” Leon said. “For doing nothing worse than crossing a wasteland to find you. And what did you do? You told the Matrarc to offer me a
horse
.”
“Okay, that's enough,” Peter said, moving between them.
Leon pushed him with a flick of his fingers and backed away himself.
“The horse was so you'd have an option, so you wouldn't have to be trapped here,” she said. “I knew she wouldn't let you out of the prison.”
“Did you even try to persuade her?” Leon asked.
“I did. It only made her more determined to keep you there.”
He shook his head, frowning. “I heard you were stuck in the lodge, confined there like a naughty kid,” he said. “What did you do?”
“This isn't the place to tell you.”
“No? When did you get out?”
“I was just released today,” she said.
His eyes were sharp. “You know, you could have come down to the prison. I would have seen you over the fence. It's not like I haven't looked.”
She swallowed hard, realizing now why it had been much, much easier to go with Peter when she was first released. “I was afraid to.”
“You?” He laughed. “When has fear ever stopped you from doing anything?”
I was afraid you'd be angry. Like this.
Shame burned through her.
“Let me get a good look at you,” Leon said, his voice lower. He peered hard at her, until she could no longer meet his gaze. “I see what it is. They've ruined you.” A strangled laugh came out of him as he tilted his face back toward the sky. “All this time,” he muttered.
Doubt hit her hard. “What do you mean?”
“We should go,” Peter said, intervening again.
But Leon didn't respond to him, and his blue eyes went cool
and curious as he regarded Gaia. “Aren't you going to ask if I'll let you visit your sister? My little prize?” he asked softly.
His question bit deep into her heart. It felt like a terrible, twisted game where she didn't know the rules, the sort of game his adoptive father the Protectorat might have invented.
“That's it,” Peter said decisively. “I'll take you up to the winner's cabin. Mlass Gaia, why don't you head back to the lodge?”
She kept her focus on Leon. “I would like to see my sister. I'll beg if that's what you want. May I see her, please?”
Leon eyed her with dark satisfaction. “You do realize she won't remember you anymore, don't you?”
“Don't listen to him,” Peter told her.
But she was already hurting, and mystified. She shook her head and lifted her gaze to Peter's. “He's not normally like this,” she began.
Leon stepped so near to her that his face crowded her vision. His eyes glittered and his voice was rigidly controlled. “Don't you
ever
talk to him about me like that when
I'm right here
.”
She gasped in fear and then felt his focus drawn to her parted lips. A rapid ticking clicked on at the back of her mind as his gaze lingered, and then in the darkness of his beard, his own lips closed in a hard line. His eyes narrowed, and he pulled back a millimeter, watching her. Testing her. There was nothing kind or inviting about him at all, and yet she felt sucked into a compelling, black, uncertain shadow that belonged to him and her alone.
She finally found her voice again. “Don't boss me around,” she said, in little more than a whisper.
Some lost, secret impulse flickered through his eyes for an instant, and then his loathing returned full force. “I'm going to
the winner's cabin,” Leon said. “I'm starving and I stink.” He turned and started away across the field.
She covered her eyes a moment, just trying to freeze everything to make it all stop tilting.
“I should have beat him,” Peter said.
She was too unhappy to laugh. “You let him win?” She opened her eyes again.
“No. Of course not,” Peter said. “But if I'd known he'd treat you like that, I would have, somehow. I never would have picked him when I had the choice.”
Leon hates me
. It was still a total shock, as if the sun had turned black or the force of gravity had doubled. Foreshortened by distance, Leon's dark, isolated figure was receding at the far edge of the field, past a smoking torch, and then he turned out of sight.
“I wish I could do something for you,” Peter said.
“Would you take care of him, please?” she asked. “He has nobody here, and he doesn't want me near him.”
Peter considered her, then took a deep, visible breath. She lifted her gaze to meet his direct regard. Handsome didn't begin to describe him. He still hadn't put on a shirt, and she realized now she'd hardly looked at him, even though he stood there, barely a meter away, arms akimbo. She glanced once more at the sheen of cooling sweat on his skin, and then away, ashamed and confused.
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