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Power looks between us, smirking. “Personally, I think she’s pretty articulate for a peasant.”
Power lifts a finger. “In case you’ve forgotten, your girlfriend’s capable of summoning her dragon with her mind, through solid rock.”
“Does the peasant need a hand?” I do a double take of the guard and find the sneering face of Power. He is dressed in uniform as a Grayrider for Skyfish House, but he wears no battle armor. When I reach out to clutch his arm, he braces it.
Power turns to face the door. I step onto the narrow balcony and close the glass door behind me. My back against the cold stone, my heart hammering, I listen to the sounds of the door breaking in, of voices through the glass. Orthos’s, cold and perfunctory. Power’s, bored and defiant. “Lucian Orthos, you traitorous slug, how are you?” “You stand accused by the Clover Tribunal of conspiring with the—” Power has no time for it. “Yeah, you got me. I had a plan with Antigone to rustle up her dragon in the arena.” “Why?” Ixion’s voice this time, rising an octave in confusion. “Because I’m nuts for
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In the cell that evening, Power pushes the gruel into my hands, claiming he was fed lunch. I know it’s a lie, but I’m so hungry, I can’t bring myself to argue with him.
Power’s arms are around me, every muscle in his body taut; we lie in the same unforgiving darkness. “What about that plan with the—gardener?” “Groundskeeper.”
“Yeah. So. He’s not dead.” Power sounds like he’s speaking through a lockjaw.
It goes on. Barely a hundred lines. Power’s breathing is shallow and careful, his fingers tight round my arm as I read it through. By the end, when I look up, I make out his smile. “That’s the kind of poem I can get behind,” he says.
