“What are you doing?” Callum looked away in embarrasment as I folded the map in quarters and crammed it into my bra.
“I want to show it to someone,” I told him, avoiding his curious gaze. He must’ve been wondering who that “someone” was, although he probably could’ve guessed. “Just to be sure.”
Despite the disappointment of the afternoon’s fruitless search, I was glad to be back at the Castle. I’d loved Asthall, but now that Thomas was at the Castle, I wanted to be as well. I wished I knew how to get in touch with him. I wanted to show him the map and see what he thought of it. At brief moments throughout the day, when I knew myself to be alone, I took it out and looked at it. Something about it struck me as familiar, but for a while I didn’t know why, until I realized—this was what Juliana had given the Shepherd. But I was struggling to figure out why it was so important, why it was worth anything to Libertas. I needed to talk to Thomas more than ever; if anyone could shed some light on this mystery, it would be him.
After dinner, Gloria informed me that a new agent, Kline, had been assigned to manage my security detail. My heart fell straight to my toes when I heard this. Something was clearly wrong, but nobody would answer my questions. I kept trying to convince myself that Thomas could handle whatever situation he found himself in, but that didn’t make me feel any better.
I turned in early that night, despite Callum’s protestations; I felt bad deserting him, but I had a headache and wanted to be alone.
The room was dark, and at first I thought it was empty. Then I caught a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye. There was someone standing out on the terrace. I started to back away, but then whoever it was came through the door and switched on the lights.
“Lucas?” All the muscles in my body tensed. “What are you doing here? Where’s Thomas?” Of all people, I figured he’d be the one to know.
“Locked up in his quarters,” Lucas said, ambling in my direction with his hands shoved in his pockets. “He’s been suspended, you know. Because of you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m here to warn you,” he said, but there was an edge of malice in his voice and I knew he hadn’t come to me—to Juliana—as a friend. With every step he took toward me, I took one back.
“Warn me about what?”
“The General has it out for you,” Lucas said. “He knows all about your little tryst with my brother and now he’s angry. That’s not what you want.”
“Is this how you talk to your princess?” I demanded, my voice trembling.
Lucas laughed. “You? A princess? You’ve got to be kidding me. Anyone with common sense can tell you’re a fake from a mile away. What’s your name again? Sandra? Sarah?”
“Don’t you dare come any closer,” I snarled.
Lucas snapped his fingers. “Sasha! That’s it, right?” I seized up, temporarily breathless with surprise and fear. How did he know my name? “You look surprised. I don’t blame you. Thomas probably told you I’m just some lowly support agent. And he’s not wrong. He’s not right, either, but then again there’s a lot of stuff Thomas doesn’t know.”
“Like what?”
“Like who was behind Juliana’s kidnapping,” Lucas said. My eyes widened, and he grinned. “I thought that might get your attention. Let me tell you a little story about Thomas. You probably know that we’re not blood related, huh? That he’s adopted?”
“Of course I do.”
“You know, at first, I resented Thomas,” Lucas said. “The General already had a son, and yet he had to go and pick up a stray. Like I wasn’t good enough or something. But then I saw Thomas. I couldn’t imagine why the General would choose him. He was small and skinny and always trembling like a little puppy. I figured, hey, this kid’s no threat, so I took him under my wing. I loved him like a brother, but then he had to grow up and become a superman. Strong, fast, agile, smart as hell. Suddenly, he was the General’s ideal son. Like my father knew something we didn’t all along.” This last observation was said in a thoughtful way, as if Lucas was truly contemplating the possibility that the General was psychic, of all ludicrous things. This was a trait, perhaps the only one, that Lucas shared with his brother—the secret belief that the General was more than a man.
“So? What does this have to do with me?”
“I’m not finished yet,” Lucas said. “Did anyone ever tell you it’s rude to interrupt?”
“Sorry,” I replied sarcastically. “Continue.”
“Thomas has just one flaw.”
“Integrity?”
“Exactly,” Lucas said. “He’s a noble creature. He believes in things. He cares about people. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. I mean, he’s a soldier, so he will hurt people, but only in the name of the greater good, and his idea of the greater good is a little bit different from the General’s. I, however, don’t have that problem. So when the General needed to get rid of Juliana, he turned to me.”
“You kidnapped Juliana?” I was trying hard to sound incredulous, and he seemed to be buying it. But on this next point I was sincere. “And the General was in on it?”
“Kidnapped is a harsh word. She went of her own free will. Juliana was infuriated by the marriage with the Farnham prince. I told her that I worked for Libertas, and if she gave them what they wanted, they would help her disappear.”
“So you’re a traitor,” I said evenly.
“I guess that depends on how you define traitor,” Lucas said. “I originally infiltrated Libertas on my father’s orders. When he told me he wanted Juliana gone from the Castle, I saw my opportunity to win big with the organization’s leadership and I took it.”
“Why would the General want Juliana gone?”
“Isn’t that obvious? Or do you not know enough about our politics to understand? Juliana’s the heir to the throne, and in two weeks she’ll be the rightful regent. But Juliana hates the General, and she was about to get married, which would only strengthen her position. That meant all the hard work my father put in over the past thirty years, grooming the king to trust and rely on him, was about to go right out the window. He couldn’t have that. He needed someone he could control. Someone like you.”
“He doesn’t control me,” I said through my teeth.
“I beg to differ. Anyway, long story short, Juliana isn’t coming back, and as long as it’s in the General’s best interest, you’re not going home. I don’t know what he has planned for you, but I’m thinking you’re not going to like it.”
“Why are you telling me all this?” I demanded. “What’s in it for you?”
“I’m here to cut you the same deal I cut Juliana,” Lucas told me. “Come with me to Libertas, tell them everything you know about the many-worlds project, and they’ll help you get home.”
“If they don’t know anything about the tandem, how are they going to do that?”
“Think of it as an incentive to tell them as much as possible.”
“Did the General tell you to get rid of me, too? Why doesn’t he just send me back himself?”
“The General is not explicitly aware of the offer I’m making you,” Lucas said, dancing around the fact that he was double-crossing his father, which was clearly what he was doing. “He believes I work only for him, but I prefer to think of myself as a free agent. Serves him right, for putting Thomas over me all these years. So what do you say? Are you in or not?”
“I’m not interested,” I said. “I’ll—”
“What?” He scrunched up his face in a patronizing expression. “You’ll tell my dad on me? It wouldn’t do you any good. It might get me executed in a dark alley, but you’ll still be stuck here. Besides, I highly doubt the General gives a damn about anything you have to say. That’s just a feeling I have.” He put his hand over his heart, as if to mime feeling. “You don’t have to give me an answer right now, but you might want to decide before Saturday.” He strode past me toward the door.