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About The Invasion:They failed. Evan and Cyrus risked everything to keep the Uprising from attacking the unarmed Union, but something went terribly wrong. Evan’s home has been invaded by soldiers who are killing government officials and occupying the homes of her fellow citizens. Captured by the Uprising, Evan fights for her life and her sanity, desperate to escape so she can find Cyrus and her family. Reeling from an unexpected discovery, Cyrus is adrift until he uses his Uprising training to find a way to fight back against the invading force the only way he knows how. With the help of old friends and new, they will do whatever it takes to protect each other and those they love, even if it means sacrificing being together, their way of life, and even their very lives.
My shivering body drags me from peaceful oblivion back into the unbearable hell of consciousness. A puddle of frigid water spreads out across the concrete floor like an ink blot, cubes of ice scattered. I clamp my jaw shut to stop the chattering of my teeth.
A pair of brown leather boots comes into view. “We’re wasting our time,” comes a deep male voice I don’t recognize. “She serves no purpose. Dispose of her.”
Fear chills my insides to match my outsides.
“Wait!” Draya says.
The boots pivot and recede. Draya’s voice is low and hushed, making it impossible to hear what she’s saying.
“Fine,” the deep voice says again. “You’ve got a day. If you don’t get anything out of her by then, move on. We have bigger fish to fry.”
Someone lifts me to standing, supporting me from behind, which is good, since I’m not sure I can stand on my own. I let out an involuntary groan and silently curse myself. It’s not like they can’t tell by looking at me how messed up I am, but my ability to not react may be the only thing I’m in control of at the moment.
“Did you blow up the camps?” Draya asks.
Her face wavers, refusing to come into focus. My mouth moves but nothing comes out. A boot connects with my shin. This time, I keep my screams in my head.
Draya’s next words are slurred, or maybe only to me. “Were you involved in what happened in the camps in March?”
I weigh my options. If I want to live, I need to give them something. Might as well cop to this. They can’t kill me twice. I nod.
“Now we’re getting somewhere.” The satisfied smirk I can’t see is evident in her voice. “You didn’t do it alone. Who was with you?”
“No one,” I croak, finding my voice.
“As much as I’m enjoying this, I really would rather not have to do it. It’s taking too long. Just tell me who was with you.”
“No one. It was only me.”
A blow to my back knocks me forward and a sharp, blinding pain darkens my vision as I slump to the floor.
“How did you do it?” Draya’s voice penetrates the darkness.
The cool concrete beneath my cheek is soothing, and I see no benefit in getting up. “I bought…explosives and a motorbike…in the Northern Territories.” I drag in a painful breath. “It was easy to sneak in. The Uprising taught me everything I needed to know. It was easier than you might think.”
“That’s a nice story, but I don’t believe you. You couldn’t have been in multiple locations at once.”
“I used timing devices.” The silence that follows my statement is more unnerving than the beatings, but I don’t dare open my eyes, instead curling inward to protect my vital organs.
“Where did you learn to do that? That’s not covered in Uprising training.”
Crap, I don’t have an answer for that, and I let my body go limp, trying to buy myself some time. The fact that I’m barely holding on to consciousness as it is may help me sell it. Ice water hits my face again, and I sputter, but stay on the floor.
“Where did you learn about explosives and timing devices?” Draya asks, her tone measured, as if she’s working hard to remain clam.
I lick my lips. “From some people…in the Northern Territories.”
“What were you doing up there?” Genuine curiosity laces her voice.
“Looking for a way to bring down the Uprising.”
“How did you escape?”
I’ve had some time to think about this answer. “I pretended to like one of the sentries and visited him when he was on duty. When I was ready to leave, I incapacitated him.”
“I think we have everything we need,” Hercules One says. “Loyolla will be happy.”
“Not yet,” Draya says, her words sharp. “Give me a second.”
Warm breath tickles my skin and I crack an eye to find Draya’s face next to mine. “We know who you are, Evan Taylor, we took your fingerprint. We also have a pretty good idea where you escaped from. The commander from that camp is missing, and I think you know where he is.”
Dread ices my body more than any cold water could and my breath stalls in my lungs.
A satisfied smile pulls at the corners of her mouth. “She still has much to offer us, much more than Loyolla ever imagined.”