I touch the black pearl at my throat.

Why is Hewett talking about LI and HP as if they’re sovereign nations? Land Institute couldn’t just destroy a chunk of the California coastline and kill over a hundred people.

Top’s tail whops against my leg. He buries his head in Ester’s lap, demanding affection, trying to get her out of her dark place.

“Dr. Hewett…” Franklin Couch, House Orca prefect, looks ready to crawl out of his skin. “We might have wounded friends back there. People buried in rubble. We have a duty—”

“Do NOT speak!” Hewett roars.

Suddenly, I am back in my first day of TMS, when Daniel Lekowski—who washed out later in the year—dared to ask what good theoretical marine science was. I remember how terrifying Hewett can be when he gets angry.

Bernie stands behind the professor. He doesn’t say anything, but his presence seems to bring Hewett’s rage down to DEFCON 5.

“We continue to San Alejandro,” Hewett says in a more even tone. “All of you, listen to me carefully. You may be all that remains of Harding-Pencroft. We must not fail. Trials are canceled. Instead, you will learn what you must know on active duty. As of this moment, we are at war.”

Twenty freshmen stare back at him. They look just as scared as I feel. We have been trained in military tactics, yes. A lot of HP graduates go on to the best naval colleges in the world: Annapolis, Kuznetsov, Dalian, Ezhimala. But we aren’t marines or Navy SEALs. Not yet, anyway. We’re not even graduates. We’re kids.

“We will continue to the docks,” Hewett says. “Once we are safely at sea, I will give you further instructions. In the meantime, Gemini Twain?”

“Sir.” Gem steps forward. He’s ready for orders, ready to be put in charge of our class. Military command is what Sharks train for.

“Standard weapons are stored in the bus’s hold?” Hewett asks.

“Yes, sir.”

“Arm your team,” Hewett says. “Weapons hot until further notice.”

Gem snaps his fingers. The four other Sharks run to get their gun cases.

A cold sense of reality starts to pull me back into my body. When the Sharks are allowed to arm themselves, I know we are in serious, serious trouble.

“Prefect Twain,” Hewett continues. “You have a new standing order.”

Gem’s eyes gleam. “I understand, sir.”

“No,” Hewett says. “I’m not sure you do. As of this moment, you are responsible for one life above all others. You will not leave her side. You will protect her with your dying breath. You will make sure she stays alive, no matter what happens.”

Gem looks confused. “I…Sir?”

Hewett points at me. “Ana Dakkar must survive.”

I don’t need this.

My school has been destroyed. My brother is probably dead. Now we’re back on the bus, heading toward San Alejandro as if nothing has happened. And on top of everything, I have Gemini Twain as a personal bodyguard.