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My heart twists.How can they be so callous?

“Fine.” I force a smile, my eyes meeting Sheina’s. A small grin breaks across her face, her gaze sparkling with mischief. It reminds me of when we were girls, figuring out ways to break the rules so we could sneak out past our bedtime. She moves until she’s standing between Timothy and me, allowing easier access for me to escape down the road.

I spin, racing down the street, the material of my shoes rubbing the sides of my feet raw.

“Milady!”

“Sara!”

Glancing behind me as I run, I laugh at Sheina trying to block their paths. She won’t be successful for long, seconds at most, but it fuels me, allowing me to ignore the burn of my legs or the way my lungs ache for deeper breaths of air.

Finally, I reach him. He hasn’t moved this entire time, and as I kneel, my knees dusting along the dirt road, I admit to myself that maybe this wasn’t the smartest choice. He looks to be in need, but it’s odd for him to stand and stare the way he is, especially with the spectacle I just put on.

“Hi,” I say, staring up at him.

This close, I can confirm the guard was correct. He has a cleft lip, the center of his mouth missing. His dark eyes are big and round, and bones protrude from his skin.

The injustice of it all makes me want to scream. It isn’t fair that he stands here on a road lined with thriving businesses and groundbreaking technology, yet this is how he lives. And everyone ignores him, cringing away when they see him, assuming that because he’s different, he’s somehow less than.

Anger bubbles like a cauldron deep in my chest, reigniting the fire that burned while I was in Silva, when my father and I used to sneak rations of food and any money we could find to the people. How I used to sneak money even after his death, stealing it from my uncle’s safe and slipping it into Dalia’s hands.

“What’s your name?” I try again.

The boy’s gaze shifts behind me. “A royal guard,” he whispers.

A grin pulls at his face, stretching from ear to ear, and it makes every single hair stand on end, a shiver racing through me.

And then he runs.

“Wait!” I yell, standing up.

“Sara!” Timothy’s voice is loud, and the sound of it is so jarring—so different from what I’m used to—that I stop in place, my palm shooting to my chest as I spin around to meet his stare.

“I’m fine, Timothy. Everything is—” A blast sounds, and my ears ring with a high-pitched noise, dulling everything around me. I curl in on myself, bending over as my hands fly to cover my ears.

I glance up. Timothy’s eyes are wide, his mouth dropped open as he stares at me, less than two feet away, his hand cupping his chest.

All three of my ladies stand shell-shocked behind him, many people running outside to line the streets.

Timothy falls to his knees.

“No!” I cry out, my chest seizing as I rush forward, feet stumbling as tears burst from my eyes and streak down my face. “No,” I plead again, dropping to the ground in front of him.

His eyes are frantic as they watch me break apart, my heart shattering, the sharp edges splicing through my middle until my insides spill onto the ground.

My hands fly to his chest, my jaw tensing as I push down with my body, applying as much pressure as possible, digging my fingertips into the wound to try and plug the bleeding.

But it’s too much.

It’s too fast.

His palm wraps around my wrist loosely, and it’s enough to give me hope. Random curls fall from my updo, sticking to the wet trail of tears that stain my cheeks, and I whip my head around, looking at the dozens of people who stand by—their hands covering their mouths in horror—and do nothing.

Dozens.

“Do something!” I scream, all of them gawking as if they don’t have feet and hands to help. “Don’t just stand there!” My voice breaks, my breathing coming in small pants until I feel as though I’ll suffocate from the lack of air.

“Hold on, Timothy.” I focus on him, but his gaze is growing milky and I can feel his presence slipping away. “You arenotallowed to die,” I demand, my teeth gritting. “Do you hear me? We’re supposed to become best friends.”