Something about the way he says it causes everyone to go very still.

He folds his hands behind his back. “I’ve received disturbing reports about the behavior of some of our recruits,” he says. “As a result, I’m afraid I have no choice but to make another cut today.”

Guardsman Bruno’s mouth parts in surprise.

I can’t imagine what the sergeant is talking about. Since Valentino’s ducklings were cut, everyone has been on their best behavior. We’re doing everything they ask of us. And more.

Beside me, Aldo shifts in place. I hope it’s not him. He’s the smallest and youngest of us, true. But also the cleverest and quickest.

“Recruit Red, step forward,” DeLuca barks, so much louder than necessary, and my stomach drops into my toes. “Pack your things and go. Her Imperial Majesty thanks you for your service.”

“What?” says Iván.

I try to step forward, but my legs won’t budge. I can’t even look at anyone. I don’t want them to see my face.

“What reports are you talking about?” says Guardsman Bruno.

DeLuca rounds on Bruno. “I do not have to explain myself.”

Bruno doesn’t back down. “I thought my input on the recruits meant something. I’m usually consulted on these decisions.”

“This ruling was handled by those above your rank and station,” DeLuca counters. “And above mine. But if you want to do this here, we’ll do it here. If you want to embarrass your recruits, fine. The fact is, it has come to our attention that having a young lady in the Guard is an insurmountable distraction.”

I can barely hear his words for the blood rushing past my ears.

Bruno inhales deeply, considering his next words. Finally: “Red is one of the best in this class. And this whole class is better than average.”

“You’re out of line, Guardsman,” DeLuca says coldly. “And you’re wrong. For blessed sakes, man, the recruits are still practicing their forms. We’ve never have a class take so long to make so little progress.”

“Sir—” Bruno begins.

“Guardsman,” DeLuca interrupts, “if you contradict me one more time, the only thing you’ll change my mind about is your fitness for duty. Report to my office after class today.”

Bruno snaps to attention. “Yes, sir.”

DeLuca addresses the recruits, though he avoids looking at me. He says, “You don’t understand this now, but one day it will be clear to you. One cannot expect boys your age to learn and grow when there is such a lovely young woman in your midst. It’s our job as your teachers and mentors to shelter you from distractions as you mature into the young men we expect and know you can be.”

I finally find my voice. “I am not a distraction.”

“What?” DeLuca says, apparently surprised that I’m still here.

My face is hot with fury. My fists shiver with an overwhelming need to bash something. “I am not a distraction. I am a Guard recruit, just like the others.”

“Dear girl,” says DeLuca. His indulgent smile makes my skin crawl. “It’s meant as a compliment. Of course you’re not like the others. You’re beautiful and charming. Most young ladies in the palace wish they had half your qualities. You should be proud.”