Yes. “No.”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Warner says softly.
I glare at him.
“My father is gone,” Warner says. “He’s gone back to the capital, and he’s taken Sonya and Sara with him.”
I gasp, horrified. “No.”
Warner isn’t smiling anymore.
“Are they . . . alive?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” A simple shrug. “I imagine they must be, as they’re of no use to my father in any other condition.”
“They’re alive?” My heart picks up so quickly I might be having a heart attack. “I have to get them back—I have to find them, I—”
“You what?” Warner is looking at me closely. “How will you get to my father? How will you fight him?”
“I don’t know!” I’m pacing across the room now. “But I have to find them. They might be my only friends left in this world and—”
I stop.
I spin around suddenly, heart in my throat.
“What if there are others?” I whisper, too afraid to hope.
I meet Warner across the room.
“What if there are other survivors?” I ask, louder now. “What if they’re hiding somewhere?”
“That seems unlikely.”
“But there’s a chance, isn’t there?” I’m desperate. “If there’s even the slightest chance—”
Warner sighs. Runs a hand through the hair at the back of his head. “If you’d seen the devastation the way that I did, you wouldn’t be saying such things. Hope will break your heart all over again.”
My knees have begun to buckle.
I cling to the bed frame, breathing fast, hands shaking. I don’t know anything anymore. I don’t actually know what’s happened to Omega Point. I don’t know where the capital is or how I’d get there. I don’t know if I’d even be able to get to Sonya and Sara in time. But I can’t shake this sudden, stupid hope that more of my friends have somehow survived.
Because they’re stronger than this—smarter.
“They’ve been planning for war for such a long time,” I hear myself say. “They must have had some kind of a backup plan. A place to hide—”
“Juliette—”
“Dammit, Warner! I have to try. You have to let me look.”
“This is unhealthy.” He won’t meet my eyes. “It’s dangerous for you to think there’s a chance anyone might still be alive.”
I stare at his strong, steady profile.
He studies his hands.
“Please,” I whisper.
He sighs.
“I have to head to the compounds in the next day or so, just to better oversee the process of rebuilding the area.” He tenses as he speaks. “We lost many civilians,” he says. “Too many. The remaining citizens are understandably traumatized and subdued, as was my father’s intention. They’ve been stripped of any last hope they might’ve had for rebellion.”
A tight breath.
“And now everything must be quickly put back in order,” he says. “The bodies are being cleared out and incinerated. The damaged housing units are being replaced. Civilians are being forced to go back to work, orphans are being moved, and the remaining children are required to attend their sector schools.
“The Reestablishment,” he says, “does not allow time for people to grieve.”
There’s a heavy silence between us.
“While I’m overseeing the compounds,” Warner says, “I can find a way to take you back to Omega Point. I can show you what’s happened. And then, once you have proof, you will have to make your choice.”
“What choice?”
“You have to decide your next move. You can stay with me,” he says, hesitating, “or, if you prefer, I can arrange for you to live undetected, somewhere on unregulated grounds. But it will be a solitary existence,” he says quietly. “You can never be discovered.”
“Oh.”
A pause.
“Yes,” he says.
Another pause.
“Or,” I say to him, “I leave, find your father, kill him, and deal with the consequences on my own.”
Warner fights a smile and fails.
He glances down and laughs just a little before looking me right in the eye. He shakes his head.
“What’s so funny?”
“My dear girl.”
“What?”
“I have been waiting for this moment for a long time now.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re finally ready,” he says. “You’re finally ready to fight.”
Shock courses through me. “Of course I am.”
In an instant I’m bombarded by memories of the battlefield, the terror of being shot to death. I have not forgotten my friends or my renewed conviction, my determination to do things differently. To make a difference. To really fight this time, with no hesitation. No matter what happens—and no matter what I discover—there’s no turning back for me anymore. There are no other alternatives.
I have not forgotten. “I forge forward or die.”
Warner laughs out loud. He looks like he might cry.
“I am going to kill your father,” I say to him, “and I’m going to destroy The Reestablishment.”
He’s still smiling.
“I will.”
“I know,” he says.
“Then why are you laughing at me?”
“I’m not,” he says softly. “I’m only wondering,” he says, “if you would like my help.”
FOUR
“What?” I blink fast, disbelieving.
“I’ve always told you,” Warner says to me, “that we would make an excellent team. I’ve always said that I’ve been waiting for you to be ready—for you to recognize your anger, your own strength. I’ve been waiting since the day I met you.”
“But you wanted to use me for The Reestablishment—you wanted me to torture innocent people—”
“Not true.”
“What? What are you talking about? You told me yourself—”
“I lied.” He shrugs.
My mouth has fallen open.
“There are three things you should know about me, love.” He steps forward. “The first,” he says, “is that I hate my father more than you might ever be capable of understanding.” He clears his throat. “Second, is that I am an unapologetically selfish person, who, in almost every situation, makes decisions based entirely on self-interest. And third.” A pause as he looks down. Laughs a little. “I never had any intention of using you as a weapon.”
Words have failed me.
I sit down.
Numb.
“That was an elaborate scheme I designed entirely for my father’s benefit,” Warner says. “I had to convince him it would be a good idea to invest in someone like you, that we might utilize you for military gain. And to be quite, quite honest, I’m still not sure how I managed it. The idea is ludicrous. To spend all that time, money, and energy on reforming a supposedly psychotic girl just for the sake of torture?” He shakes his head. “I knew from the beginning it would be a fruitless endeavor; a complete waste of time. There are far more effective methods of extracting information from the unwilling.”