Page 169 of Daggermouth

She glanced up at the platform. “I found documents. I didn’t know until a few days ago. Until I really started digging. She won’t just be forced to consummate the marriage with Greyson.” Her breath shuttered. “After . . . After Greyson and her . . . My father, his men . . . They rape them. They rape them and make their husbands watch.” The words spilled out of her now. “It’s not just a consummation of the marriage. It’s a consummation of their loyalty to the Heart and its leaders.”

She could hear Callum gasp. She pictured him in his office, surrounded by screens, watching her through a dozen different camera angles. Trying to piece together what she saying.

“I have a plan,” she said, her voice steadier now as her resolve hardened. “I should have told you, but I knew you’d try to stop me. All of you would have. But this was the only way.”

“The only way for what?” Panic edged into his tone now. “Lira, whatever you’re thinking, don’t do it. The plan is working. Jameson’steams are in position. Farrow is about to cut the power to the checkpoints inside the Heart to let them into the plaza. We’re almost there.”

“I can’t wait till tonight.” She watched as Veyra officers arranged themselves at the base of the platform, hands clutched around their guns. “I will not let them take her to that room. I won’t.”

“Tell me what you’re planning. Let me help you,” Callum insisted, his words coming faster now.

“Just let the others know that it’s starting.”

“Lira, please—”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, hearing the desperation in his voice and hating herself for causing it. “I love you.”

She ended the call before he could respond, slipping the tablet back into her pocket. Her eyes burned, tears screaming to be freed, but she blinked them away. There was no room for weakness now. No room for doubt.

She climbed the steps to the platform, each one bringing her closer to the moment that would change everything. Her father turned as she approached, his golden mask catching the light, hiding whatever expression lay beneath.

“Is everything all right?” Maximus asked, his voice pitched low enough that only she could hear.

Lira nodded, meeting his eyes without flinching. “Yes, Father. I was just confirming that the billboards in the rings have the live streams working properly.”

He studied her for a long moment, as if trying to read beyond her words, beyond her mask. Then he nodded once, satisfied. “Good. Everything must be perfect today.”

Lira took her place beside her mother, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes upon her. Elara stood tall and elegant. Lira had always wondered what expression her mother wore beneath that mask. Whatthoughts passed behind those eyes that watched the world through metal slits.

She nearly gasped aloud when her mother’s hand slipped into hers, fingers intertwining and squeezing gently.

“I have never been more proud to have you as my daughter,” Elara whispered, her voice so soft it was barely a breath.

Lira’s mind reeled, her carefully constructed calm cracking at the edges. What did that mean? Did she know?

Before she could process, before she could fully latch on to the words, a stir ran through the crowd. Heads turned, bodies shifted, creating a path from the edge of the plaza to the platform.

Greyson and Shadera had arrived.

They moved in perfect synchronization, side by side but not touching. Greyson wore formal black, his mask the obsidian piece he’d worn all his life. Shadera walked beside him, the shawl draped over her shoulders, covering the evidence of her suffering. But she could still see the bruises marring her neck, disappearing beneath the fabric, only to reappear on her exposed leg through the high slit.

Bile rose in her throat as they ascended up the platform steps. This was it. Her heart thundered in her chest as Greyson’s eyes caught hers, and gave her a small nod.

Shadera’s eyes stayed focused forward, her chest rising and falling just as fast as her own.

They took their places on either side of the altar within the golden cylinder, standing like statues, barely breathing. The crowd fell silent, anticipation crackling like electricity in the air.

Lira stepped forward, aware of the media drones hovering closer, capturing her every movement.

“Citizens of New Found Haven,” she began, her voice carrying through the live feed at her back, “we gather today to witness the union of two worlds. The Heart and the Boundary, joined in sacred Vow.” Thewords tasted like ash on her tongue, but she spoke them clearly, playing her part one final time. “The ceremony has now begun.”

The drones shifted, focusing now on her father as he moved to stand behind the altar. Maximus raised his hands, a gesture that silenced even the whispers that had begun to stir in the crowd.

“The Heart endures,” he intoned, and paused as thousands of voices echoed the words back to him. “This is a day of great celebration, a promise of a brighter future for our great city. Unity between rings. A symbol that will forge bonds.” His voice rolled across the plaza, practiced and powerful. “Greyson, Shadera, you may face each other now and join hands across the altar.”

They turned toward each other slowly, lifting their hands until they met across the altar. Lira could barely breathe, could barely hear anything over the sound of her own pulse as she watched their fingers wrap around each other’s. Even from where she stood, Lira could see the tension in their bodies, the forced nature of the gesture.

Maximus continued the ritual, his voice rising and falling in the familiar cadence of the Vow ceremony. Words about duty, about honor, about the sacred traditions of the Heart.