The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark #2)(99)

“Once this is over, I’ll help you put it right,” Teka said.

“That place is full of Uzul, anyway,” Yma said, shaking her head. She had tucked her hair behind her ears, and under the collar of her jacket, so it didn’t show as much, but there was no disguising that flawless white.

The sound of Uzul’s name stung me, though not as much as it stung Yma, I was sure. I had not killed him, not in the way I could have, but pain had driven him to death, and I had provided that pain. Cyra Noavek, purveyor of pain, agent of agony.

We reached the building where the ship waited, tucked under its tarp on the roof with Yssa inside it. Zyt had sent her a signal the night before, just to tell her at least some of us were alive, so she had not fled the city yet. We trudged up the stairs, which still smelled of garbage, and I found myself beside Zyt again at the head of the group, my long legs giving me an advantage.

He cast a soft look at me. “I—”

“Oh, don’t.” I sighed. “I don’t do well with sympathy.”

“Can I offer you a bracing slap on the back?” Zyt said. “A gruff reassurance, maybe?”

“Do you have candy? I would take candy.”

He smiled, reached into his pocket, and took out a piece of bright plastic wrap about the size of a fingertip. I squinted at it, but peeled the wrapper with my fingernail and uncovered a small piece of hard fenzu honey, recognizable due to its bright yellow color.

“Why,” I said, “are you carrying candy around in your pocket?”

Zyt shrugged. He pushed the door to the rooftop open, letting Voa’s hazy light into the stairwell. The sky was covered with clouds, and the city had a yellowish cast, a storm brewing. The thick fabric that covered the ship was still tied down—loosely, so Yssa could have pulled the ship free easily if she needed to. I ducked under the edge of it, and almost choked on the hard candy.

Eijeh stood on the steps that extended from the ship’s hatch.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded.

“I’m not staying,” he warned. He looked awkward, all his weight on one leg, one hand clasping the hem of his jacket.

“That doesn’t really answer her question,” Teka said from behind me.

“I’m here to warn you all,” Eijeh said.

“Why? Did you inform the Shotet police on us again?” Zyt said.

“No,” Eijeh said. “I—just wanted to escape. To be free of her.” He nodded to me. “And then, some of my visions . . . fell together. Overlapped.”

“Mine haven’t,” Sifa said, her brow furrowed.

“Isae Benesit imparted some of herself when she forced us—forced Ryzek, I mean—to see her memories, before he was killed,” Eijeh said. “So I have a better grasp on her than you do. I know her from the inside out.”

I felt Teka staring at me, quizzical, but I couldn’t look away. Eijeh’s pale green eyes were strange. Clearer than they had been in a long time.

“I know we’re out of time,” I said. “Isae Benesit promised not to pressure Ogra to deport the exiles until after my week was up.”

“Deportation is not what she has in mind now,” Eijeh said. “She is preparing another anticurrent blast, like the one that destroyed the sojourn ship.”

Sifa lifted a hand to cover her mouth, and for the first time, I knew—not from memory, or guesswork, but seeing, with my own eyes—that we were the same. The same strong nose. The same fierce brow. The family Kereseth, my family.

“Anticurrent,” I said, redirecting my focus. I was no little girl craving a mother. I had had one. I had killed her.

“That’s what the weapon is called,” Eijeh said. “The current is a creative energy, and the anticurrent is its opposite. Where the two collide, a . . . strong force results.”

I snorted. Strong force, indeed.

Yssa stepped out of the hatch, then, edging around Sifa. She ran toward Ettrek, hugging him, then Teka, and then me—quickly, and with wincing, but still, a hug.

“You lived,” she said, breathless.

“Speak for yourself,” I said. “I’m just an apparition.”

“If that was true, it would likely not hurt to touch you,” she said, without a trace of humor. I glanced at Teka, who shrugged.

“When is this blast supposed to hit us?” Teka asked Eijeh.

I gave Eijeh a hard look. “Concrete answers only.”

Eijeh sighed, and said, “This evening.”

And that was when a small fleet of ships rose up from the area around Noavek manor like bubbles bobbing to the surface of a water glass. They hovered together for a moment, and if the sky had not been so empty, or if they had not borne the Noavek symbol on their wings, I might not have noticed them at all. But those were Lazmet Noavek’s ships, and they were headed straight west, toward the Divide. Toward Thuvhe.

“The anticurrent blast will happen this evening,” I said.

Everyone sat on the main deck of the transport vessel. Most were on the bench along one wall, where the straps for buckling ourselves in dangled from the wall, but Teka was on the steps leading up to the nav deck, and Yssa was in the captain’s chair, fiddling with the ship’s map. My racing currentshadows, and the pain that chased them back and forth across my body, didn’t allow me such stillness. I paced.