purification era 01 - sowing by Angie Grigaliunas

Author:Angie Grigaliunas [Grigaliunas, Angie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-08-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Rabreah

I refused to help Setah set up her stall in the Burrow. When she shot me a questioning look, her brows joined in the middle, I glared back, spun on my heel, and went to her neighbor’s booth. Edaliah didn’t help her either. Whether it was something in my eyes or simply that she couldn’t get to her, I didn’t know. And I didn’t care.

My blood boiled for most of the morning, my mind spinning with things I wanted to say and do. I thought of spitting in her face, of taking her merchandise and trampling it in the mud, of just going up and punching her face until it was nothing but a bloody mess. In the end, I ignored her.

Edaliah caught me as I stalked past Setah’s stall and looped her arm through mine. “We need to stoke the fire,” she said under her breath.

I said nothing. But my heart skipped a beat. Rebel training.

Edaliah and Toritik lived in a house joined with her sister’s by a short walkway and a door. Toritik and Mirak had built it specifically to keep their families close. I’d been in Edaliah’s many times, but only in Lediah’s a handful. We went to Edaliah’s. Her sister and their husbands were already there, chatting around the table. Lediah stood when we walked in, offered us chairs, and hurried to find something to drink before sitting back down. Toritik gave Edaliah his chair and leaned against the table beside her, while Mirak scooted his chair closer to Lediah’s and sat holding her hand. Edaliah redressed the cut on my shoulder, applying more salve.

We exchanged pleasantries, lighthearted reports about our days and the weather and thoughts on the upcoming festival to celebrate the end of the last itzalin war. Every year, the name changed to reflect how long it’d been. We were up to six years of “peace.” It felt no different than the first twelve years of my life while war had raged.

After what felt like hours, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“How long until he gets here?” I asked. Mirak’s green eyes fell on me, and he winced. I frowned. “What?”

He hesitated and sighed, lowering his gaze to the table. “They’ve increased the guard,” he said, his voice soft but rich. “Even posted the Ancillaries throughout. It may take him a while to get past.”

“Can’t he just dress like one of them? That’s how he was when I saw him this morning.”

Mirak offered a smile. “He tries not to be seen. The uniform isn’t an authorization to walk straight through them like he’s one of them.”

I snorted. “And here I thought he’d be the type to walk straight through.”

“Not unless he has to,” Toritik put in.

I sighed and took a mindless sip of my milk. “So what is this training, exactly?” I eyed them each in turn before settling on Edaliah.

She wrinkled her nose and looked at her hands. “You won’t like it.”

“Well, of course not. It’s Sorek, after all.”

She looked up, grimacing. “I mean you really, really won’t like it.

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