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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  60. EPILOGUE
  61. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  62. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Clo hated Eris. She hated everything the other woman stood for. Clo hated that she’d been drawn into Eris’s lies, that she’d let herself care for a murderer. No matter what good Eris did for the resistance, it would never erase that stain of what she’d done before.

And Clo hated Eris, most of all, for saving her life.

3.

ERIS

Present day

Clo had tried to pull a Mors on her. Eris glanced at where Kyla still had her fingers around Clo’s wrist hard enough to bruise.

“Still a slow draw, I see,” Eris said.

She skated near a lie; Cloelia Alesca might not be the sharpshooter Eris was, but what Clo lacked in skill she made up for in sheer raw anger and tenacity. Sometimes, that mattered more.

“Let me go, Kyla,” Clo snarled.

“Absolutely not.” Kyla’s grip tightened. “What did I just say? Clear head. Stay calm. Don’t act without thinking.”

Eris let out a short laugh. “Good luck getting her to do that.”

Clo lunged at her, stopped short only by Kyla’s interference. “Nice face you’ve got there,” she said. “Is it permanent now or can I still fucking tear it off?”

“Alesca,” Sher snapped.

Eris kept her expression even. The last time she had seen Clo, she’d worn a shifter over her true features. Her old face had been replaced by a new, unrecognizable one. It went with a new identity and life with the resistance. Clo, for all her annoyances, had been part of that life at the start. All it had taken was one glitch, and that was over.

The three people in this room were the only ones who knew Eris’s true identity—and that she was still alive.

“I figured I’d make this one permanent,” Eris said mildly. “Like it?”

Clo’s lip curled. “You can change your face, but you can’t hide who you are.”

When Eris was around Nova headquarters, Kyla and Sher let them both know each other’s schedules so a chance encounter never happened. It had been a dance, a successful one. It created the facade of harmony, of union within the rebellion. It wouldn’t do to have the kind of infighting that resulted in their best agent and their best mechanic trying to murder one another. But it was pretty clear to everyone with a pair of working eyes and ears that Clo hated Eris.

Eris had told Kyla as much, when she’d delivered the stolen Imperial ship and its crew of survivors. But she kept her true thoughts to herself: Kyla and Sher had lost their godsdamned minds if they thought Clo would agree to this.

“I told you this wasn’t a good idea,” Eris told Kyla and Sher. “She can’t follow orders because you’re both soft with her. You treat her like a sibling, not a subordinate.”