Sisters of Glass by Naomi Cyprus

Author:Naomi Cyprus
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2017-09-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Halan

Many men and women of my class are happy to ignore the plight of the poor in our kingdom, and instead to fill their minds with trifles and petty rivalries. But I believe that to look the other way while violence exists is the same as committing the violence yourself.

Letter from David Ferro to his son Soren

Halan strained against the ropes holding her to the chair. She didn’t care that there was a group of rebels watching her every move. She didn’t care that her wrists and ankles were tied hopelessly tight, or that her skin was starting to feel raw from pulling on her bonds. She didn’t care that even if she somehow got free, she would have no idea how to get back to the palace because she’d been brought here with a sack over her head. None of that mattered. She had to try.

The room was dark and dusty, lit by a couple of weak candles in a sconce by the door. The flickering light illuminated the lean, hungry faces of the rebels as they watched her, as a group of mice might watch a cat inside a cage. The rebels whispered to each other in the dim light, making certain not to let her hear what they were saying. There were four of them, two girls and two boys. They all looked like they were under eighteen. Every rebel she’d gotten a good look at seemed surprisingly young, which didn’t exactly mesh with the hardened, violent rebels of her imagination.

Maybe it’s all some strange game, she thought. Maybe they don’t know what danger they’re really in, keeping me here.

Soren was in the next room, talking with one of the others. Then they parted, and the young lord entered the room where Halan was being held. “My apologies,” he said, still irritatingly polite, “but I must leave you in the able hands of my friends here. I have some urgent business to attend to.” And with a crisp bow, he was gone.

Halan slumped in her chair. She still couldn’t believe it. How can Soren Ferro be Ironside? I never see him talking politics or even showing off his family’s Thauma weapons—he’s always seemed more interested in flirting with girls than in the kingdom’s economic problems.

Her heart sank as she realized that was the whole point. He’d presented himself as a frivolous boy, avoiding the other nobles and doing nothing to draw attention to himself. That was how he got away with arming the rebels like this. Misdirection.

Halan tried to twist her elbows around, thinking if she could get just the right angle she could work her fingers free.

“Why are you still struggling?” jeered one of the rebels, a girl of about sixteen who wore her thick, dark hair in a severe braid.

The other rebels tried to pull the girl back. “We’re not supposed to talk to her!” one of the boys hissed.

But the girl ignored him. “We could take away the ropes, you know,” she continued. “It wouldn’t make any difference.

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