“It’s where the Library keeps anything secret, so of course.”

“I’ll ask Dario to look into it. We need to move faster than this,” Jess said. “I can’t get Thomas out of my head. What if—”

“If you’re thinking about what he might be going through”—she let in a breath and blew it out slowly—“don’t. There is nothing you can do to stop it, and guilt is a useless emotion.”

He laughed, but there wasn’t any humor in it. Or in him. “What else should I think about? Our bright future here?”

“No need, because we don’t have one. Wouldn’t, even if it had nothing to do with Thomas. I lost one soldier for good and another to serious injury. I almost lost a Scholar. That was Feng’s point to me today: how poorly I’d performed, and how much of a favor it would be for him to recommend me for advancement. If I accept that favor, he’ll own me. Nothing’s worth that.” It hurt her to say it—Jess knew that—but he saw no sign of it in her expression. Tough girl, Glain. And now she faced losing her dreams, and did it with the same courage as always.

He felt a tug of deep respect for her in that moment. Perhaps even a little love.

“At least we’ll be able to meet with Khalila and Dario easily, if we’re not constantly on duty.”

Her eyebrows rose. “You want to put me face-to-face with Dario? I might have to punch him before I trust him.”

“You can trust him.” At her look, he shrugged. “I know. Still surprises me, too.”

Glain sat back with a creak of wood and crossed her arms. She was out of uniform now, in a simple loose white shirt over formfitting trousers, with the same boots she always seemed to favor. If she’s lost her place, she’s lost her world, Jess thought. “You know, our odds are so bad as to be worthless. You and me, Khalila, Dario, Wolfe, Santi—if we can rely on Santi, who’ll have to choose his own loyalties—against the Library? It’s ridiculous.”

She was right. Even corrupted, the Library still commanded the absolute loyalty of tens of thousands of good men and women, and had the reverence of billions. That was a testament to what it should be, though. Not what it was. That was the dream that Jess loved, really—the dream of the Library as a shining beacon of knowledge to the world.

But a light that cast so many shadows.

“It’s getting late,” Glain said, which jerked him out of his musings and, as he blinked, back to the cool evening of the room. Dinnertime was fast approaching. “You’ll talk to Dario? About the Black Archives?”

“I will.” He groaned as he stood. His body was sore again, and all the older bruises and cuts clamored for attention. “Are you going to the dining hall?”

Glain smiled very briefly. It was a rare enough event, and it made her almost human. Almost pretty. “Are you asking to escort me, like some girl you’re romancing? Jess. Don’t waste your time. I’m extremely unavailable.”