Chapters (45)
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- PART FOUR
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- PART FIVE
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Tor Books by Everina Maxwell
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Tennal’s heart was still a vicious beat in his rib cage. “Surit. Lieutenant Yeni. Our finest and best. Spend two minutes listening to me, since you apparently haven’t considered listening to your own common sense. You’re a perfect junior officer. Your shoes are shiny, you’ve memorized all the regulations, you’re practically vibrating with eagerness. I bet your academy teachers marked you as the cadet most likely to go out in a blaze of glory saving a ship full of kittens and senior officers’ children.” That was probably uncalled for. Tennal didn’t care. “You want a promotion, and you want it really badly. Why?”
He thought Surit wasn’t going to answer. But then the crease between his eyebrows deepened, and he looked away, as if he couldn’t meet Tennal’s eyes. “It’s the money,” Surit said. He sounded ashamed. Tennal should feel bad about that, but he didn’t have any energy left over from feeling shitty about everything else. “My alt-parent should be getting a bereavement pension. The army stopped it. If I make captain, I can get it reinstated.”
Surit’s alt-parent. Everyone had a gen-parent who formed their main ancestral line, whether genetically related or polite fiction. But it helped to have more adults around to raise a child, and so most children had an alt-parent, or more than one: a romantic partner, someone who had contributed genes, or just someone reliable who could help. Tennal’s alt-parent was his aunt. He was willing to believe most people loved their alt-parents; at least, Surit’s voice cracked a little when he talked about his.
“There you are, then.” Tennal couldn’t be kind, not when it felt like there were flakes of rusty metal circulating through his veins, but he could tell Surit the truth. “That’s what you’ll lose.”
“No,” Surit said. “I’ll earn it another way. There’ll be another chance.”
It was a nice story. It had the advantage of Surit already believing it. If Tennal was less stupid and less self-destructive, he could have agreed. All he needed to do was nod.
He should’ve agreed.
Instead, Tennal said, “You’re lying to yourself and, relatedly, you’re the most gullible person in the sector. I can’t believe I even have to explain this to you.”