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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. By Agnes Gomillion and Available From Titan Books
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Preface
  7. Part One: The School House
  8. The Rebel
  9. The Pit
  10. The Student
  11. The Last War
  12. The Queen Bee
  13. The Librarian
  14. The Rebirth
  15. The Rooster
  16. The Keeper Faction
  17. The Kitchen Maid
  18. The Assignment
  19. The Spy
  20. The Giant
  21. Part Two: The Village
  22. The Memory
  23. The Awakening
  24. The Sick Room
  25. The Auntie, Sky
  26. The Uncle, Kiwi
  27. The Boy, Fount
  28. The Messenger
  29. The Factions
  30. The Committee Meeting
  31. The Ultimatum
  32. The Party
  33. The Black Book
  34. The Second Trip to the Village
  35. The Truth About the Fever
  36. The Senator
  37. The Gamble
  38. The Fallout
  39. Part Three: The Kongo
  40. The Desert
  41. The Gust
  42. The Compromise
  43. The Scorpion
  44. The Armistice
  45. The Bandits
  46. The Silver Pin
  47. The Bandits’ Camp
  48. The Optimist
  49. The First Test
  50. The Breath
  51. The Champion
  52. The Invincible
  53. The Double Helix
  54. The Apex
  55. The Trainee
  56. The Truth About Voltaire
  57. The Omen
  58. The Journey Back
  59. The Teacher’s Pet
  60. The Guard and the Notebook
  61. The Heartbreak
  62. The Record Keeper
  63. Back to the Pit
  64. About the Author
  65. Acknowledgments
  66. Also Available from Titan Books

The guard looked around before responding. The hall was dark and empty. “Yes, Mistress.”

I noticed other things about him. He was tall, even for a Kongo, very black and well muscled. He was younger than William but old enough to have sired me. His hands were extremely dry, as was his face, causing his skin to have that ashy white sheen I associated with him. “Don’t—I mean, you don’t have to call me Mistress,” I said.

He dipped his head, clearly worried we were being watched. To ease his mind, I took a step back. If old Barrett was watching from the Supply Room, we wouldn’t appear to be talking.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“No, Mistress!” I’d shocked him.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

He looked pained, but whispered, barely moving his lips. “They call me Jay.”

“I’m Arika,” I said, noticing how his eyes ferreted away as he spoke his name.

He didn’t respond. He was so uncomfortable, I knew I had to move on. This was not the oasis, where workers and Keepers toiled alike. There was no Voltaire ordering me about, reminding everyone that the pecking order started with her.

I started down the hall. Then, on impulse, I turned back. “Do you need anything, Jay?”

He glanced at me. “Ma’am?”

“Do you need supplies? A blanket, shoes, anything at all. You just say it, and I’ll get it for you. I have more passes than I need.”

His chalky chin came down a fraction of an inch as he took in the passes crumpled in my hand. I saw his eyes were a rich mahogany. “No, Ma’am,” he said, softly. When I would have insisted, he added, “Ma’am, move on, now, before you get us killed.”

My heart sank. He was right. At the Schoolhouse, there were ferals and madams—nothing in between. I stuffed the passes into the pocket of my britches and backed away, mumbling an apology.

From the Supply Room I selected the simplest aura and blouse in stock. I set the items down before Barrett and produced my passes.

“Just these, dear?”

I stalled. Dear?

Her thin lips wrinkled into a smile. “Why not a leather journal too?” she offered. “I restocked them today.”