Pawn

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“It was just to a club,” said Knox, sounding much more relaxed than I felt. “Nothing happened.”
“You should both consider yourselves lucky,” said Augusta. “How did you get out?”
“Through the exit, of course,” said Knox.
Augusta narrowed her eyes. “Do not lie to me, Lennox. Guards were posted in the atrium all evening. Not one reported anyone coming or going.”
“That’s because we snuck out the servants’ entrance,” I said. All eyes turned on me. I had no idea if there really was a servants’ entrance, but in a place this size, there had to be.
“Is that so?” said Augusta slowly. She took a step toward me. “And how was it you managed to sneak off the grounds?”
“It’s not that hard, you know. If you’re really that determined to keep everyone locked up, you should do a better job of it.”
Her lips curled into a sneer. “Very well. You are hereby confined to your suite until the end of lockdown. Argue, and I shall extend it until further notice. And you—”
She focused on Knox. “If I hear of you dragging her out into the streets at all hours of the night again, I will call off the engagement and have you banished Elsewhere.
Do you understand?”
I stepped forward. “It was my idea, and if you punish
Knox for it, I swear you’ll never see me again. I escaped once, and I can do it again.”
Augusta and I stared each other down for several seconds. I could see every wrinkle around Augusta’s eyes, and her pupils were so small that they looked like pinpricks. No matter how angry she was, though, I refused to be the reason anyone else was sent Elsewhere.
Daxton cleared his throat. “Er, Mother. Lila. If you will—there’s no need for this. Lila knows what she’s done wrong, and Knox is an adult. If he chose to violate lockdown, that’s his risk to take. But Lila’s back now, see?
Still in one piece.”
Augusta took a long, deep breath and finally moved away. I felt Knox’s hand on my back, and when I glanced at him, I saw a strange combination of fear and pride on his face.
“My restrictions for Lila still hold,” said Augusta. “You are to be confined to your room until the end of lockdown.”
I didn’t care what she did to me as long as she didn’t send Knox to his death. “Fine. Want me to go now, or should I stick around for another lecture?”
She waved her hand dismissively. Celia smirked, and Greyson eyed me with his brow furrowed. I didn’t wait to find out what his problem was, and I turned sharply on my heel before storming off.
A guard trailed after us as Knox walked me back to my suite. He said nothing until we reached the door, and when he did, his voice was laced with amusement.
“Impressive,” he said, bending down to brush his lips against my cheek. “No one ever stands up to Augusta and lives.”
I wasn’t entirely sure he was joking. “Yeah, well, guess you were right about how much they need me. See you when she decides my sentence is up.”
I wanted to add something about Benjy, to tell him to take care of him, but the guard moved closer. Instead I gave Knox a small smile and slipped inside Lila’s suite, closing the door behind me.
Benjy’s life was in his hands now, and if he did something to get him killed, Elsewhere would be the least of his problems.
I was locked in my suite for two days straight. Servants brought me my meals on silver platters, and I had an endless amount of movies and music to keep me entertained, but that didn’t make it any better. More than once I thought about using the necklace Greyson had given me to pick the lock, but I didn’t want to risk letting Augusta know I still had a way to escape.
There was nothing I could do for Benjy anyway. The day of his seventeenth birthday, I spent the morning staring out the window, wondering where he was and if he would get a VI. No matter what Knox and Celia had planned, they couldn’t predict every variable, and anything could happen to him. I wanted to believe them badly, but all I could do about it now was hope.
Even though I didn’t use the lock pick to escape, I did use the air vent to try to find out what was going on.
After my meals, I waited until a servant took my tray away, which guaranteed me at least a little time to spy on Knox before anyone else checked in on me. Augusta never bothered, but Celia knocked a couple of times.
We exchanged nothing more than a few words, but it seemed to be enough to reassure her I wasn’t going to disappear anytime soon. And even though I knew it was unlikely, I half hoped Greyson would stop by again.
No amount of crawling through the vents told me what was going on with Benjy, though. Knox never mentioned his name, and I began to wonder if he was on Daxton’s side after all. Maybe he’d only said those things to keep me from walking all the way to the Heights. I almost dropped into the room and asked him, but my escape route was too precious for me to give up yet. He’d asked me to trust him, and I would until he gave me reason not to.
On the evening of the second day, as I lay flat in the vent listening to Knox mumble to himself, I heard his door open. A second later it shut, and the click of the lock was so loud it echoed up through the vent. I peeked through the grate in time to see Knox remove his reading glasses. “What is it?”
“Lockdown’s nearly over.” Celia. I let out a silent sigh of relief. At least I wouldn’t be cooped up much longer.
“We won’t have much more time.”
Time for what? Did she mean Benjy?
“It can wait,” he said. “It doesn’t need to be done immediately.”
“Yes, it does,” she said. “You know what’s at stake.
As soon as Daxton rallies the country again, we’ll lose our window.”
“I already told you, the price was too high. We’ll have to wait anyway.”
I strained to hear every word. The guns he was going to buy—would he finally explain why?
“We have enough for the first wave, if it comes to that,” she said. “But we can do this without bloodshed and with the country on our side the moment we tell them Lila’s dead.”
My mouth dropped open. Augusta and Daxton would kill her for sure. And probably me, as well.
“I know,” said Knox. “Believe me, I know. But the moment we release that information, there will be no taking it back. She’ll be gone, even if we have Kitty—”
“Kitty isn’t a factor in this,” said Celia.
“Yes, she is. You said it yourself—she’s part of this now.
And we have the chance to make the best of it. She can touch thousands, Celia. Millions, if everything goes according to plan. She knows better than any of us what the people go through. She can help us, and you’d be an idiot to waste that.”
Something inside me swelled as Knox spoke. I’d never been useful before, and it was an odd feeling to be needed. But most of all, he was sticking up for me when he didn’t know I was listening. Any question I had about whether or not I could trust him disappeared.
“Fine,” said Celia. “We’ll see what Kitty can do. That won’t change what’s going to happen the moment lockdown’s over, though. They’ve been booking an arena in every big city since they killed my daughter. By the time the tour’s over, we’ll lose what small advantage we have.
He’ll convince everyone that everything’s fine and we’re the enemy. We’ve worked so hard, Knox—Lila worked so hard. We can’t let him win.”
“So what?” said Knox. “Are you saying we do this tonight?”
“Yes. It’s the only chance we’ll have before he leaves.”
She paused. “I’ll need the syringes.”
I heard a drawer open, and Knox handed her a small black bag. “Purple’s for you. How are you going to give him the other one?”
“You, of course,” she said, and Knox snorted.
“No.”
“Knox—”
“No. I got the product. You figure out how to make it happen. I’ll do a lot of things for you, but this isn’t one of them.”
Before Celia could reply, there was another knock on the door. Knox hastily put his reading glasses back on, and he and Celia exchanged a look.
“Go in the other room with him and close the door,” he said quietly. “I’ll fill you in after. Make sure not to bother him. He can’t know he’s part of this, too.”
Celia disappeared, and after a few seconds, Knox called out, “Enter.”
I tried to see who it was, but the grate blocked my view of the door. “Sir,” said a booming voice that could only have belonged to a guard. “Lockdown is over.”
“Thank you,” he said, shuffling a few papers. “When you tell Lila, will you inform her that I would like to see her?”
I didn’t wait around to hear the guard’s answer. I slid backward through the vent as fast as I could, dropping into Lila’s suite right as he knocked. I hastily pushed the end table back, wincing as it scraped against the floor.
Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I called for the guard to come in.
A key turned in the lock, and the door opened. “Miss Hart,” he said. “Lockdown is over. Mr. Creed also asked for your company as soon as you are willing.”
I lay curled up on the couch, trying my hardest to keep my breathing steady. “Thanks. I’ll be right there.”
I splashed some cold water on my face, but I was too curious to bother changing out of my pajamas. Once I’d dried off, I shuffled down the hallway to Knox’s room and knocked.
“Enter,” he called, and I slipped inside. Just like before, he sat behind the desk, his reading glasses perched on his nose.
“If you’re going to tell me lockdown’s over, I already know,” I said. Knox shook his head and gestured for me to close the door. I frowned, but obeyed. “I can’t go with you anywhere. I’m still in my pajamas.”
“Yes, Lila, I realize that.” He removed his glasses and rubbed his face. “Would you please allow me to speak?”
He’d called me Lila. Someone else must have been listening. I crossed my arms, annoyed but silent.
“Thank you,” he said. “Now, I am pleased you were told lockdown is over, but that was not my purpose in inviting you here tonight. Instead, I would like to introduce you to my new assistant. Mr. Doe,” he called. “If you would join me.”
A tall boy with red hair stepped through a door on the other side of the suite, and the room seemed to close in on me until I could barely breathe.
Benjy.
Chapter 11
He’d cut his hair. It had always hung past his ears, but now it was cropped close, making his jaw look stronger.
Benjy was also cleaner than I’d ever seen him before, and the clothes he wore could easily have come straight from Knox’s closet.
I had thought they would find him a job far away from here, or assign a guard to watch his back. But Benjy, here in Somerset, in the same house as Daxton and Augusta, who would happily kill him to get me to cooperate— This was Knox’s idea of protecting him?
I was halfway across the room before I stopped myself.
He didn’t know it was me. I was a stranger to him, but he was the same Benjy I’d known all my life. Even the way he walked was the same, his steps full of purpose and direction. But there was something in his expression I didn’t recognize. Exhaustion, maybe, or resignation.
“Benjamin,” said Knox. “This is my fiancée, Lila. Lila, this is Mr. Benjamin Doe.”
My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, and it took me a moment to speak. “Hi, Benjamin.”
He offered me a smile and a polite nod, but there was no happiness behind it. “Miss Hart. It’s an honor to meet you.”
“You, too,” I said faintly, unable to tear my eyes away from him. He took a stack of books from Knox’s desk and set them down on the coffee table. “How—uh, how long have you worked for Knox?”
“Benjamin started today,” said Knox. “I thought since he and I will be working so closely together from here on out, you two should be introduced.”
I itched to walk to the couch and sit beside him. “Did you just take your test?” I said, trying hard to keep my voice even.
Benjy nodded, but he didn’t offer any information other than that. I looked at Knox, and he finally met my eyes.
“Mr. Doe is a VI,” he said. “Quite admirable for someone with his background.”
I blinked rapidly. No matter what happened to me, he would have a chance. He wasn’t stuck in the life I would have had if I’d stayed a III.
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to talk to Celia,” said Knox. “I will return shortly.”
As he passed me on his way out the door, he leaned in toward me. To my horror I thought he was going to kiss me in front of Benjy, but instead he whispered, “Tell him.”
And then Benjy and I were alone. My hands shook, and I had to cross my arms to hide them. I knew I had to say something, but with the way Benjy was hunched over his work, he didn’t seem the least bit interested in me.
He had to know, though. I couldn’t let him go on thinking I was really dead, especially not with the danger he was in by being here. He’d have a better chance of protecting himself if he knew. Daxton and Augusta had stolen my entire life out from under me; I wasn’t going to let them take Benjy’s, too.
Stepping toward the couch, I cleared my throat, but he still didn’t look up. That didn’t make any sense. No matter how moody Benjy felt, he was always friendly.