Pawn (The Blackcoat Rebellion #1)(43)
Author: Aimee Carter

“How the hell do you fit through that?” said Knox, still staring at the vent. I shrugged.

“It’s not exactly hard.”

“Speak for yourself.” He shook his head incredulously.

“But if no one saw you, good. What about going in?”

“Celia distracted them like she said she would.” He nodded, and I wished he had been the one to sneak into Daxton’s office instead of me. He wouldn’t have lost his nerve. “What happens now?”

“I don’t know.” He leaned against the wall and shoved his hands in his pockets. “We hope Daxton doesn’t pull through, and in the meantime we try to stay alive.”

“And if someone finds out what really happened?”

He sighed. “Then the bloodbath begins.”

Chapter 13

I stayed with Celia for the rest of the evening, waiting for her to wake up. Knox disappeared after an hour, and once the adrenaline faded, I leaned my head against the wall and allowed myself to drift off.

“Ahem.”

My eyes flew open. Augusta stood in the doorway, her face as smooth as ever despite the fact that both of her children—no, her only remaining child and the man pretending to be her son—were unconscious in the infirmary.

“Augusta,” I said. Her name stuck in my throat. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Has she woken up?” said Augusta, looking pointedly at Celia.

I shook my head. “The doctor said she’ll be okay, though. She’s just sleeping it off. How—how’s Daxton?”

She had to know he’d been Masked. Maybe she was the only one who did.

Augusta sniffed. “That is none of your business. You will have the nurses alert me the moment she wakes, do you understand?”

I nodded.

“And Kitty,” she said, taking a step toward me. “If I find out you had anything to do with this…”

The blood drained from my face. “I would never—I would never hurt them,” I said, barely keeping the panic out of my voice. If she thought for a moment that I was really behind it, I wouldn’t have a chance to explain.

“And I was in my room the whole time. Knox left right before the guards arrived. He’ll tell you.”

“Yes,” she said coolly. “I am sure he will.”

She turned on her heel and started to glide out of the room. She wasn’t convinced, and there was nothing I could do to change her mind. However, like the day we’d met in the Stronghold, my mouth opened and words came out before I could stop them.

“Why do you hate me?”

Augusta stopped, and she slowly turned to face me once more.

“You didn’t need to have me Masked,” I said. “You’re the one who decided to do it—you’re the one who decided to get rid of Lila in the first place, so it isn’t that. I don’t understand—”

“I do not hate you,” said Augusta crisply. “You are simply not one of us, nor will you ever be, and I do not appreciate your insubordination. I loved my granddaughter, but she made her decisions knowing full well what the consequences would be.”

“So you just killed her for it?” I said. “What if it were Greyson?”

“Do not talk about my grandson,” she snapped, and I flinched in spite of myself. After a tense moment passed, she took a breath and said in a steadier voice, “Being a Hart means more than having the name. It means upholding the foundation that has seen this country through its darkest hour. Without it—without us— the country would crumble, and all of the strides we have taken would be for nothing. Lila was dangerous. She had the ear of the nation, and she was telling them half-truths and lies that suited her agenda rather than their best interests. She thought she was untouchable.”

“So you proved her wrong?” I said, my voice shaking.

“I did what I had to do to ensure the country’s stability. Every citizen in this nation depends on my family, and we cannot go back to the way things were.”

She paused, and her expression grew distant, as if she were seeing something that wasn’t really there.

“You and I are not so different,” said Augusta at last. “I was three years old when the economy collapsed. Both of my parents were killed in the resulting riots. My mother was shot trying to get us to safety, and she died in front of me.”

I stilled. I’d never heard about Augusta’s life before she married into the Hart family. As far as I knew, no one had.

“I grew up in an orphanage as well, though it was nothing like the ones we have now.” Her eyes reddened, and she took a deep, shuddering breath. I’d never seen her so undone before. “I had to fight for every morsel of food. Half of us slept on the floor because there were not enough beds. My education was limited, and what passed for school was an insult, so I stole books to teach myself instead. I did not have anything handed to me, but I made something of myself anyway. And after I met my late husband, I finally realized that everything I had gone through happened for a reason. It gave me the strength to survive, and it turned me into the person I needed to be in order to live the life I deserved.”

She stared straight at me, and I couldn’t look away. “So you see, Kitty, I understand you better than you think I do. I also remember what the country was like before the Harts worked miracles to stabilize it. I am the only one who does anymore, and for the sake of the country—for the sake of the people—we cannot go back to the way it was.

“I love each and every member of my family with all that I am,” she added. “I never wanted to hurt Lila. I agonized over the decision, but in the end, we must ex- pect from ourselves what we expect from our people.

We must set the example. She knew the consequences, and though I begged her not to, she chose to go through with it anyway. She is the one who pulled the trigger on her life, not me. I loved her, but I have a duty to my country. We all do. And I will not allow us to return to that dark time. My grandson will not go through what I did. No one ever will again.”

As I watched Augusta, weariness and heartache passed over her face, and for a fraction of a second, she looked her age. I would never like her, but in that moment, I thought I understood her. Celia and Greyson were all she had left. If Augusta really did feel she had to sacrifice her granddaughter to keep the country stable— What sort of person could do that?

Someone who loved control more than her own family. As quickly as it had come, my sympathy for Augusta vanished. Still, as much as I wanted to hate her for doing this to Lila—for doing this to me—she loved Greyson.