won’t accept that. “What about Jared? Do the others know?”
“He made a scene impossible to cover up,” says Val. “Murray’s been telling the others some of it, but not how he experimented on fiends.”
“Why?” Because he wants to defend his brother? That can’t be right.
“Because it’ll cause panic,” says Val. “The fiends are scary enough without imagining jacked-up versions. Of course, if they become a direct threat, he’ll change his mind. I know Murray. He hates deceiving people.”
“Seems like he did a good job covering up what his brother did.”
I don’t mean to be so harsh. Or maybe I do. But then, I wasn’t here two years ago. The fiends invading and destroying the world, and the Transcendent dying—that was more than enough for the Pyros to cope with already without adding betrayal into the mix. Especially when everyone thought Jared was dead, and the truth buried with him.
“He has his reasons. He cares about all of us.”
“I know.” That’s why he has her keeping such a close watch on me. Maybe I’ll be able to get back on missions soon, but how soon? Cas has been with the enemy four days already.
And Nolan? He’s still locked up. I need to talk to him alone. Because if there’s anyone who might know what Jared’s doing, it’s the latest betrayer.
“So do the others know the fiends might invade again, soon?” I ask.
Val nods, her face grim. “It’s always been a possibility.”
The Fiordan was a sign. They’re coming back.
Whether Jared provokes them or not, I have to make sure he’s taken care of. We have enough enemies out there already. I no longer doubt whether I can kill a person. He’s as bad as the fiends. Easily. I’ve been used to doing everything alone, despite the past few weeks of working with the Pyros. It might be unfair to leave the others out, but I’d never forgive myself if anyone got hurt because of me.
“Do… you think Nolan might know something?”
A head-shake. “He pleaded ignorance.”
“Can I talk to him?”
“You’ll have to ask Murray.”
Great.
Val apparently reads reluctance from my expression. “I shouldn’t, but I have a spare key. You can handle him, right?”
“Of course. I just don’t want to draw attention. He might not talk if Murray’s around, so…”
“I thought so. Murray always goes on the early evening patrol,” she says. “I’ll hand you the key after training, and I’ll wait out in the corridor.”
I head back to the training hall and try to forget. Eventually, when everyone else is in the recreation room, I manage to slip away, pretending I need to fetch something from the dormitory. Val casually strides past and nods to me.
Pushing back all doubt, I grip my dagger tight. Rust-red metal gleams in the firelight. It’s made from the ashes and blood of dead Pyros, which is kind of creepy, but Pyro blood has special properties. It’s what makes us different. And given the way Jared can control anyone thanks to his possessing their blood, it’s not always an advantage.
But I’m not facing Nolan unarmed.
I pull in a deep breath and ease the back door open, my dagger half-drawn.
Silence.
The door’s creak makes my heart skitter. Another door at the back leads to the spare room Murray locked Nolan in after he betrayed us. I slide the key into the lock and turn it.
Click.
The room behind is dark and dusty, and bigger than I expected—twice the length of Murray’s office, and filled with glass cases and long tables. A row of filing cabinets blocks my view of the back of the room. I edge inside, lifting the dagger.
A light flashes, and without warning, someone hurtles towards me. A hand grabs my wrist before I can swing the dagger, and the momentum sends me crashing to the floor. I kick blindly, and my foot connects with something solid. Nolan curses, his grip loosening slightly—and I’m on my feet and have my dagger at his throat.
“Don’t even think about it,” I say, through