I blink back tears as the memory falls away. Flynn is still talking, but I’m not listening. The memories are flowing over me like water and I can’t stop the tide.
The smoke is thick and dark. Someone else is there, rushing in behind us. The sound of breaking glass erupts around me. A piece of plaster falls from the ceiling. Everything goes dark.
I finally look at Flynn. His face is red.
“Did you hear me?” he asks.
I blink again.
“I said I was sorry, Ember. I never would have left him if…” He trails off, hesitant to speak the final words of his thought.
I’m still whispering, but my words hold a jagged edge. “No. You left him on purpose. You took me and left him. It’s all your fault. You let them take my brother.”
He balks.
“What I don’t understand,” I continue, “is why did you take me? Alexei was the important one, the one destined to be Tsar. Why did you take me and leave him to the Hollows? And why the hell am I speaking English?”
Flynn clamps his mouth shut. I glare at him until he nods.
“Do you remember when I first met you?” he asks.
“You mean when you ripped me from my brother’s arms? Yes, I remember. No thanks to you.”
Flynn shakes his head and looks deeply into my eyes. “No, Ember. That wasn’t the first time we met. Not even close.”
“What are you talking about?” I demand, turning my wrists in my restraints. For a minute I wonder why I’m strapped down, and then I remember something else. I attacked Catherine. A pang of guilt arises before I can squelch it. But she almost killed that girl. That’s why I attacked her. The guilt quickly fades.
“You don’t remember because it hasn’t happened to you yet. But you asked me to trust you once, and I did. Now I’m asking you to trust me.”
I frown, not sure I can trust anything he says right now.
“I know that, when the time comes, Ember, you’ll make the right decision. I trust you. And as for the English speaking, Tesla decided it would be best if all the recruits spoke the same language. We implanted it in your head when you got here.” He presses his hand over my wrist where the small metal creatures hold me and instantly my hand is free. “A small thing really, in the overall—”
The slap is so quick he never sees it coming. His face is streaked with my blood as he gets up and turns his back to me.
“Why did you set the Peacekeepers on us?” I demand before he can leave. “You went through such trouble to kidnap me, why try to kill me now?”
He turns and his face, while red and bloody, is unrepentant. “The Peacekeepers are programmed to detect Contra and destroy anyone with it in their system. It’s how we’ve been locating and fighting the Hollows. They detected some on your clothes. That’s the only reason they went after you. I didn’t know—I couldn’t have known—that they would attack you. I honestly thought you’d be safe.”
My mouth forms a hard line. “Are you going to wipe my mind again?”
Flynn’s face droops. He actually looks like I’ve hurt his feelings. I pretty much don’t care.
“No, Ember. Another memory wipe might do permanent damage. We won’t risk it. Unless you give us no other choice.”
Before I can say anything else, he’s gone and Nurse is moving forward again. I barely feel the prick of the needle, but as it pushes the clear liquid into my vein, the room fades to black.
When I come to again, my head is throbbing. Next to me, Ethan is sitting cross-legged on the floor. He’s reading something on his thin tech board.
“Hey,” I manage weakly.
His eyes flick up to me, and he frowns. “It’s about time. What, the world goes to crap on crackers and you decide to take a nap?”
I laugh once, and it’s dry and painful. One of my arms is free, but the other is still strapped down with a half-dozen wires and tubes plunged into my flesh.
“Your skin graft is healing well, according to Flynn,” Ethan says.
At the sound of his name, I flinch. “No offense, but I don’t trust anything Flynn says anymore. My brother…” I begin to explain what happened. How it wasn’t his fault. How Flynn had left him to the mercy of the Hollows.
Ethan takes my hand, pressing something small and round into my bandaged palm. I almost ask what it is, but the look on his face stops me, warns me to wait. I clench my fingers around it and give him a barely noticeable nod before slipping it into my pocket.
He turns the board to me, revealing a set of blueprints. “They escaped. With this.”
“What is it?”
“It’s called a Dox. It’s one of Tesla’s designs. The purpose was to develop a sort of temporal Band-Aid. Something that could draw enough energy from the stream to contain a paradox.”
“In English?”
Ethan chuckles. “That is the English version. If you want the technical response, I’ll have to use words like anthropic directionality and corporeal tardyons, and let’s face it, no one wants that. The bottom line is this—if the Hollows need it badly enough to risk breaching the Institute to get it, it’s bad. Chernobyl bad. Flynn thinks they must be planning to do something that could rip a hole in the stream. Otherwise why would they need the Dox?”
I nod. The foggy edges of my brain have snapped to attention. “That would be very dangerous.”
“Always the queen of understatements, aren’t you?”
I flinch again at the word queen. “How much did Flynn tell you?”
Ethan sits on the edge of my bed. “Exactly nothing. I figured it out, though. That is, the part about you and your brother and who you were before. I sort of took the little bit of info I managed to hack from your file, and ran it through the historical database.”
I suck in a deep breath.
He reaches out and pushes a stray tangle of hair off my forehead. “Doesn’t really matter to us, you know, who you were. We know who you are. The rest is—”
I finish the thought for him. “History.”
He smiles and kisses my head before whispering, “Let me know when you’re ready to go.”
I’m confused, but the look on his face as he sits up is enough to keep me from saying anything. Suddenly I realize something obvious. They are watching me. Waiting to see what I’m going to do. I smile at Ethan as I realize something else, too. Loosening my grip on the anger inside me, I let it be replaced by the peaceful feeling that comes from feeling loved.
I lie there, slipping in and out of consciousness for a few more hours before all the tubes are gone, and they release me back to my room. Flynn comes in at some point to talk to me again. I try not to be outright hostile but can’t quite manage civil. Every time his lips move I wonder how he might be trying to manipulate me. I think about the stupid, blind devotion I harbored for so long and can’t help feeling very disappointed in myself.
Sitting in my room, I absentmindedly rub the small bottle cap Ethan had pressed into my hand. It’s Alexei’s, I know it. He must have dropped it during the attack. It is my touchstone now, the only thing that feels real. My arm is healed, the broken blood vessels in my eye have cleared, and the skin where the Peacekeepers tore into me has healed, leaving only a faint pink scar. Score one for Tesla medicine. On my own, it would have taken weeks to heal. Now, it’s precious time I don’t have to waste.
Kicking off the blankets pooled around me, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and slip my feet into my boots. My body is moving before I can fully think through what I’m doing. Raking my fingers through my hair, I twist it into a messy bun at the back of my neck and wind a rubber band around it. Then I slip out the door and into the hallway.