Pawn (The Blackcoat Rebellion #1)(58)
Author: Aimee Carter

“Lila?” she whispered.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “But she’s still alive. It was some kind of dart—”

Celia swore and pushed me away as if I’d burned her.

She stumbled forward and desperately searched the group across the clearing, where Augusta ushered Greyson into the helicopter, but Lila was already gone.

“Come on,” said Celia, grabbing my wrist. “We have to get out of here.”

I didn’t question her. Just as the roar of the helicopter started again, another gunshot echoed off the side of the mountain, and a clump of dirt exploded in front of me. I ducked.

“What—”

“What do you think?” she growled.

I kept my head down as Celia pulled me into the forest. The earth around us took bullet after bullet, and I ran blindly, my lungs burning. Even after we reached the trees, we kept going.

Celia led me down a winding trail, and we didn’t stop until we reached a vehicle parked on the edge of another clearing. Without saying a word, Celia opened the door and pushed me inside, slamming it shut behind me.

She jumped into the driver’s seat and ran her thumb over a sensor. The engine purred to life, and she stomped on the accelerator. “You’re sure she’s still alive?” she said, steering the car expertly around curves I didn’t see coming.

“I saw her breathing,” I said as I wrestled with my seat belt. “I don’t think Augusta knew who was who until after you chose.”

Celia breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

Once I managed to slide the buckle together, I squeezed my eyes shut and willed my stomach to settle. The twisting path did nothing to help. The heat was on full blast, and soon a trickle of sweat ran down my forehead. My heart raced from the adrenaline rush, and I knew taking off my jacket wouldn’t cool me off much. Besides, I’d have to put it back on later, and if we really were being chased, it would waste precious seconds.

“Why did you kidnap Greyson?” I said as she sped down the side of the mountain. “You must have known this kind of thing was going to happen.”

“How could I?” she said. “I had no idea she was still alive. It’s really Lila? How did you find her?”

“It’s her,” I said, and I launched into everything that had happened since she’d taken Greyson. She demanded details, especially about where Lila had been hiding. I made a point not to mention Knox’s role.

“Christ.” She turned the wheel sharply again, and the car emerged from the trees onto an open road. Celia sped up, and the forest became a blur. “None of them told me.

She was with them the whole time, and not a single one of them said a word.”

“They love her. You said so yourself.”

“I can’t believe she let me think she was dead.” Celia shook her head in disbelief. “Where did I go wrong?”

It wasn’t my place to tell her, so I didn’t answer. Instead I stared out the window and kept my eyes peeled for any signs of a helicopter in the morning sky.

Suddenly a great boom rattled the car, and I twisted around to look out the back window. Several miles away, a cloud of black smoke rose into the clouds, and orange flames flickered up from the trees.

“What was that?” I said, panicked, but Celia was silent. Her grip on the wheel tightened, and when it became obvious she wasn’t going to answer me, I added, “Where are we going?”

“To the city,” she said. “I’m getting my daughter back.”

By the time we passed through the outskirts of D.C., it was nearly noon. I tried to nap, but I couldn’t find a comfortable position, and I was too worried about Benjy to fall asleep anyway. I’d fulfilled my side of the bargain, but I knew better than to think Augusta would do the same.

We ditched the car a few miles from Somerset and started out on foot. Avoiding the crowded main roads, we took back streets and alleyways, which muted the buzz of the city. The sky rumbled above us, threatening a storm, and on the side of a building I noticed a screen with a picture of Celia’s face on it. Words scrolled underneath it, but I had no idea what they said.

“Celia,” I said, pointing to the picture. The blood drained from her face. “What is it?”

She stared wordlessly at the screen for a good half a minute. When she spoke, her voice was rough. “They’re saying—they’re saying I’m dead. And that Lila and Greyson are safe, but in the middle of the rescue attempt, you—Lila’s double—valiantly gave your life to protect her.” Celia swore. “I can’t believe she’d do this to me.”

I could. It was exactly like I’d predicted, except the part where Celia had died, too. “It’s not a bad thing.”

Before she could snap at me, I added, “If everyone thinks you’re dead, you’ll have an easier time of disappearing.”

“I’ve never had a problem before,” she muttered, and we continued forward in silence.

I didn’t recognize where we were until we reached the metal door. Now that I knew it was the Blackcoats’ bunker, a shiver ran down my spine as we stepped into the dark hallway.

“Why are we here?” I said.

“Because we need weapons,” said Celia. “Now stop asking questions.”

Before we could take another step, however, light flooded the corridor, and I could clearly see dozens of guards pointing their rifles directly at us. My heart pounded. Celia froze, her hand flying to her holstered gun, but even I knew it was suicide to pull it out.

“What’s going on?” said Celia in a loud and authoritative voice. “I know the media’s reporting I’m dead, but surely you all know better than to believe what they tell you by now.”

No one spoke. Seconds ticked by, and I shook as badly as I had on the side of the mountain. None of the guards lowered their weapons. One step and I would be dead.

We both would be.

“Stay calm,” said Celia softly. “They won’t shoot us unless we make the first move.”

“How do you know?” I whispered, struggling to keep the rising hysteria from my voice.

“Because I trained them.”

At last, when I was so dizzy with fear that I thought I’d pass out, the door on the far side of the corridor opened.

“Let them through.”

The guards relaxed, and my knees buckled with relief.

I stumbled down the rest of the hallway, so dazed that I didn’t see Knox standing in the doorway until I was nearly on top of him.