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stuff?” she asks. “That was Dante’s job, but he’s useless.”
    Easy enough, and if I’m both lucky and quick, I’ll make it out of here in time to beat Bolt to the Arc, so there’s no chance of missing him.
    “Why are you setting out snacks like for a baby class?” I ask offhandedly, as I stack chairs against the wall.
    “Mid-years get snacks.” She stumbles but catches the cup she drops before it hits the floor.
    “They do?”
    The air between us hardens, developing the sharper edge of a knife drawn to keep me back. It’s been a few days since I’ve experienced an emotion so strong I can taste it, and it takes a steadying breath to reacquaint myself with the phenomenon.
    “Sure. On special occasions,” she says.
    “Today’s special?”
    Did I miss another holiday? There are so many days on the calendar, I can’t keep them straight.
    “Birthdays are special,” she says stiffly.
    Anne-Marie won’t look at me. The scent of oranges, which usually hovers around her, turns as acidic as the toner used to strip down tables in the clean rooms of the Arclight-below. It burns my throat when I breathe.
    She’s hiding something , Cherish warns. Danger. Flee.
    But I’m not the one who looks like she’s about to dart out of here.
    “Anne-Marie?”
    “Do the last row, would you? I have to pick up the kids from orientation.”
    She swings the box off her hip, toward me, so I can either catch it or let it fall as she rushes for the exit.
    “Anne-Marie!”
    She stops, shoulders rising with a sigh, without turning.
    “You have to face her sooner or later, and the longer it goes, the harder it will be,” she says. “You’re my friend, Marina. I hate what she did to you, but we need her. So long as she’s avoiding you, she’s no good to us. This place will fall apart.”
    “What are you—”
    I don’t have to finish the question, and Anne-Marie doesn’t have to answer it. The room changes in a way she can’t sense, with explosive rings spreading through the air from the door. Into the void behind them, steps a person who sets my every nerve alight with panic. Cherish becomes a wild animal running amok inside my skull.
    Honoria hasn’t made many appearances since she shot Tobin while trying to prove he was no longer human. She’s avoided me altogether, which suits me fine, but to my continued annoyance, most everyone has fallen onto the same side of the argument as Anne-Marie. They think Honoria’s countless years here are an asset—no matter the mistakes she’s made or crimes committed. Even Tobin’s father has tried to get me to talk to her.
    They don’t understand that when I look at Honoria, I lose myself.
    To me, she’s the woman who almost murdered Tobin for the sake of her misconceptions. She’s the one who ordered me kidnapped and altered. She’s the one who tried to exile Tobin’s father and those who went with him into the Grey. She’s the one who tortured Rue.
    Honoria’s a monster, and she’s staring at me like I’m the one who doesn’t belong in a room meant for human children.
    I don’t, and that’s her fault, too.
    “You can’t leave me alone with her.” I make a desperate grab for Anne-Marie’s arm, and the box nearly topples to the floor when she steps out of reach.
    “You don’t have to forgive her; you don’t have to like her, but you need to find a way to live with her so things can get back to normal.”
    Normal for the Arclight means sleeping all day and hiding under lamps at night, jumping at shadows that never meant us any harm. That’s not normal, nor is it an existence I want to return to.
    “I don’t care if you have to draw a line down the middle of the building and pick sides, just do something. Please try, ” Anne-Marie says, rushing back to hug me for some inexplicable reason. She lets go and turns very serious, scolding me with a pointed finger. “If either of you are dead when I get back, I’ll be really irritated.”
    Then she walks out of