by Sarah Fine
“Are you so sure?”
“I heard you. I heard what he was planning to do.”
Raphael chuckled softly. “Yes, men in love do crazy things.”
My jaw dropped. “Crazy isn’t quite the right word. Homicidal might be more appropriate, don’t you think?” The enormous chamber entrance began to open. I watched its progress with dread.
“No. Misguided was the word that came to my mind. But also noble. Selfless. Sacrificial.”
“You people have a really strange set of values,” I snapped as the courtroom doors swung wide.
Raphael laughed again. I turned to look at him and took an immediate step back. His face was blazing, lit up by the stained glass and the sun, completely transformed, now fearsome and beautiful and completely inhuman.
Holy crap.
“Listen to me, little girl.” His voice echoed off the marble, reverberating back at me, shaking my insides. “Malachi would never harm Nadia.”
Raphael had never been anything but gentle, but I realized I had no idea what he might be capable of. At that moment he looked like he could bring down the building just by raising his eyebrows. Maybe this was the Raphael. Maybe I had just pissed off a freaking archangel.
“Why didn’t you help him, then?” I squeaked.
He changed instantly, back to his average, freckled appearance, so quickly I wondered if I had imagined his momentary…whatever that had been. I squinted at him.
“Because Malachi is meant for something else, Lela,” he said, like it should have been obvious to me. He inclined his head toward Nadia and shrugged. “He wasn’t meant to sacrifice himself for her.”
He might as well have smacked me in the head.
“Sacrifice himself?” I whispered as the world tilted on its axis. He wasn’t going to hurt Nadia. He was going to offer himself so Nadia could be freed. For me. So I wouldn’t have to. “Oh my—”
“You’ve got that right,” Raphael said conversationally as he shoved me and Nadia into the Judge’s chambers.
THIRTY-ONE
I PULLED NADIA UP the aisle, unable to see what lay at the front of the room. It appeared to stretch on forever, all pristine white, making the walls and floor and ceiling hard to tell apart. Guards stood at attention every few yards. Not even their eyes shifted as we walked by.
“Is this the place?” Nadia asked.
“Yes, this is the place,” I replied. I shielded my eyes with my hand and peered into the brightness. When we passed the final Guard, I saw a figure in the distance sitting at a small white desk. “We’re going to talk to this…this…”
I couldn’t figure out what to call the person I was looking at. As we drew closer, I could see it was female, which surprised me. Malachi had referred to the Judge as male. But this person was definitely a woman. In fact, she looked a lot like Diane. Surrounded by the stark white walls, her skin and robes were darkness, deep and soothing. Her hair was silver. Her smile was friendly. For some reason, that made her scarier.
“Lela and Nadia. You came a little sooner than I’d expected, but you’re welcome here anyway.” Her voice was soft and thick, like caramel. “Let’s get this hearing started,” she continued, and her voice rose and sharpened, ringing in my head. “Here’s how this works. You make your plea, and I’ll hand down my verdict. Who wants to start?”
She grinned and looked at Nadia. Nadia stared at the floor.
The Judge looked at me and let out a boom of laughter. “Baby, why are you looking at me like that?”
“I was sort of under the impression you were a…” I had this horrible thought, like, what if this really was a man, just a totally feminine one, or one who enjoyed cross-dressing? What if I insulted her…or him?
She clutched her side with laughter that echoed through the chamber. “Lela, you are so funny. I am a woman. I thought that might be better for you. Plus, I felt like wearing heels.”
I stared at her, wondering why I had the sudden urge to fall to my knees and hide my face. Her laughter died. She tilted her head and examined me. Bug, meet bug zapper.
“Make your case,” she commanded.
“Your Honor,” I began shakily, “I’m here to ask you to, er, consider…lettingNadialeavethecity.” It all came out in a rush, and I swayed in place.
The Judge shook her head and smiled without showing her teeth. “Baby, I don’t think Nadia’s quite ready for that.”
My heart sank again, but…well, my mouth didn’t sink with it. “But she needs—”
The Judge’s laughter was harsher this time, razor edged. It hurt my ears. Next to me, Nadia fell to the floor and folded her arms over her head. I wanted to help her. But I was having trouble getting my arms and legs to obey me. The Judge silently glided closer to me. It seemed like her feet weren’t really touching the floor—nothing moved that smoothly or quietly—but her flowing robes concealed whatever lay beneath.
“You think you know what she needs? Baby, you don’t even know what you need. You come here thinking you can deal with me. You think you can convince me to let your friend out for free. You obviously have no idea who you’re messing with.”
I shook my head. “I don’t expect you to let her out for free.”
I caught the predatory spark in her eyes as I spoke. She looked like she might eat me for breakfast. Or maybe just a snack.
She snorted. “I’m not going to eat you, baby.”
She was this weird combination of sharp and soft, like I wanted her to hug me, but I also wanted to run like hell.
“Lela, do you want me to let you out? I will, you know. You don’t belong in this city. You may have needed it once, but not anymore. You’re beyond that now.” The Judge raised her arm and pointed. The Countryside unfurled before us. It was breathtaking: golden and soft, lush with life. It made my chest ache, but in a good way.
“Do you want to go out there?” she asked gently.
“I do.” I took a breath, getting ready to make my offer, to do what I had come here to do. I took a few seconds to think of Malachi. I was still reeling from Raphael’s words and the fact that I’d left Malachi without saying good-bye, without thanking him, without telling him how much I felt for him, without apologizing for all the pain I’d caused him, without begging his forgiveness for misjudging him. And now I had to make a commitment that was going to keep me from him for a very long time, if not forever. For a crazy moment I wondered if he might wait for me outside the wall. I dismissed that pathetic thought quickly—that was just me being selfish again. Why should he sacrifice more for me than he already had? No. This was for the best. I would remain here, and he would go. He would be free to move on without me to hold him back, to hurt him—
“Honey, shut that brain of yours up for just a minute and think about where you are. Focus, baby. Say what you came here to say.”
“I want you to release Nadia. And keep me.” I sounded braver than I felt, but I knew I didn’t fool her.
Her eyes flashed with a carnivorous amusement that made my knees knock together. “Hmmm. You think you’re the solution to this problem. You want to be in control, to fix it. That’s what brought you to this place.”
“I might have dreamed about this place before, but after she died, everything changed. I was inside her head. That’s what brought me to this place: visions of Nadia,” I managed to squeak. “Any chance you, ah, had something to do with that?”
Her lips curled slightly, like she was trying not to laugh. “Are you under the impression that you were forced to come here?” Her voice dripped with both humor and some serious back-the-eff-up danger.
My heart stuttered in my chest. “No,” I whispered.
She scoffed. “You were the one who made the decision—the visions didn’t do that for you. You could have chosen to stay safe in your bed. You knew how bad this place was, but you came anyway. You could have chosen the Countryside. But you didn’t. What brought you here was your belief that you could fix Nadia, that you were the magic pill she needed
to take.”
I wanted to argue with her. But then I thought about it. All my sacrifices were based on the assumption that I was the solution. And with everything that had happened since I’d found Nadia, it looked like the Judge was right. I had thought I would rescue Nadia. But nothing I’d done had changed things for her. I couldn’t fix my broken friend. Not even here, not even now.
“But I can, honey. And I’m going to let you help me. You’ve been through so much, and you’ve been brave. You’re going to turn out all right, I can tell. So I’m going to give you this gift.”
The Judge glided over to Nadia, who looked completely boneless, and put her hands on my friend’s shoulders. “Nadia, look at me.” She obeyed, and the Judge patted her head as if she were a small child. “Now, get up and walk over here.”
Nadia let the Judge help her to her feet and took a few steps toward me. Her gaze was downcast, and she looked like she was about to faint. The Judge put her arm around Nadia’s shoulders. “Lela’s got some questions for you.” She nodded at me. “Go ahead, baby.”
I took a deep breath and let it all come out. “Why did you do it? Was it me? Was it because I was so mean that night? Was it because I walked away?”
Nadia stared at me, this sad, slow, glazed look. I almost turned away. I almost begged her not to answer me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear anything she had to say.
The Judge sighed and kissed Nadia on the cheek. Nadia’s eyes widened. She stood up straight and met my gaze. “Of course it wasn’t you. You were the only reason I stuck around as long as I did. I told you—I wanted to know your secret. Do you know how many times I looked at you and tried to pretend I was looking in a mirror? I wanted to be that strong, too. And I borrowed your strength for a long time, and it kept me going. But I just couldn’t do it anymore, Lela. I was really tired, and it wasn’t fair to you, either. You have to understand that it was all fake. My life was fake. I was a fake. You were friends with somebody who didn’t exist. You thought I was this nice, happy person, but I wasn’t. You thought I had answers, but I didn’t. You thought I could go with you, that I could keep up, but I couldn’t. I knew if you ever met the real me, you’d probably just walk away. Everyone would. I couldn’t fool them for much longer, and it hurt to keep pretending.”
Nadia blinked. She looked mildly surprised that she’d been able to string together so many words at once.
It didn’t matter how many words she’d said. They didn’t make any sense to me. How could she really believe that? “But you didn’t have to fool anyone. We all loved you—”
“No, you loved the illusion of me.”
I did love Nadia, but I wanted to punch her. Like I was too stupid to tell the difference between someone who was fake and someone who was real. I could tell. I only wished I’d shown her that when she was still alive. But I hadn’t. I’d pretended that she just needed some cheering up and then she’d be fine. Like everyone else, I’d pretended not to see the real her because it scared me too much. Maybe it reminded me of how desperate and sad I’d once been. Maybe I couldn’t stand to think of her like that. And in the end, the thing I feared the most—that she would leave me—was exactly what had happened.
The Judge interrupted my mental meltdown. “Show her,” she instructed.
“Show her what?”
“Your arm.”
I waved my arm in front of Nadia, suddenly embarrassed that beneath my sleeve was a tattoo of her face. It was way too little, way too late. Pathetic.
The Judge laughed out loud. “Baby, you’re like a television show I can’t stop watching. It’s not too late, but it will be if you don’t mind me. Get over yourself and show your friend the tattoo before I get irritated.”
She stopped smiling and stared at me with this unblinking, soul-penetrating gaze. Yipes. I rolled up my sleeve and held out my arm.
“Now, tell Nadia why you’re here, Lela.”
I didn’t say anything, still mad. At her. At myself.
“Baby, this is your chance,” she said. “Trust me. Don’t waste the opportunity I’m giving you.”
I heard the warning in her voice and swallowed hard. Nadia stared at my arm. All right, this was it. Maybe I could make up for the times I’d failed her. “I may have wanted to live, but I wasn’t really living. You saved me when I didn’t even think I needed it. You showed me a future I never thought I could have. That was real.”
Nadia winced, but then she looked up at me, so I continued. “I wouldn’t be with you in this crazy place if you hadn’t done those things for me. I came here because of what you mean to me. I came here because I love you—and I never thought you were perfect. You see your face on my arm. I finally recognized the real you, and guess what? That’s who I love. The real you is who I came here for. Look—I’m sorry I shut you out and was afraid to really see what was happening. I’m sorry I ran away. Maybe we wouldn’t be here if I’d listened to you, if I’d challenged you. I’m so sorry I screwed that up—but I do love you. And I desperately wish I’d said that to you when you were alive.”
Nadia kept staring. There was a glimmer in her eyes, like maybe something I’d said hit home. But it was just a glimmer. No big revelation, no shining moment.
I looked at the Judge, helpless. “I don’t know what else to say.”
“It may not seem like it now, but that was enough. It’s a start.” The Judge turned to Nadia and put her hand, tipped with very long, very purple fingernails, on the side of Nadia’s face. “Nadia. You are in so much pain. Look at me. Do you want to feel better?”
Say yes. Say yes. But Nadia actually seemed uncertain. It was freaking unbelievable.
And then, all of a sudden, it hit me.
Malachi had said some people found the sickness easier than the cure. For Nadia, accepting that she was good enough to be loved really was harder than being miserable and alone.
I felt so sorry for her. I wanted to cry. And I realized that the Judge had done this for me, not for Nadia. I couldn’t fix Nadia—I was nowhere near enough. Nadia had things to work out, and I couldn’t do it for her. I could only make sure she knew how I felt about her, how much she meant to me. The Judge had simply given me the chance to hear Nadia out and to be honest about my own feelings. That was the gift: helping me understand my friend and forgive her for leaving me.
The Judge gently took Nadia’s shoulders and turned her toward the shimmering Countryside. “Can you see what’s in front of you, baby?”
“I don’t know,” whispered Nadia, narrowing her eyes.
“Look,” instructed the Judge. “See what’s in front of you.”
Nadia gasped and started to cry.
The Judge looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. “All right, Lela. I’m going to accept your offer. Nadia will be released. Think of it as parole. And you—”
The door to the chamber crashed open, filling the room with an ocean of noise.
“Wait!”
I swung my gaze to the back of the room in time to see Malachi, staff whirling, take out the four Guards nearest the entrance. He moved with deadly precision, and his expression was one of absolute desperation and determination. I had to clap my hand over my mouth to keep from calling his name. I had to tense every muscle to keep from running straight to him.
“Malachi,” the Judge whispered harshly, putting her hands on her hips. I guess she was not so impressed with him.
“Malachi, Malachi,” mumbled the Guards, looking around in alarm. Those nearest the door stepped back in unison, and those nearer to us followed suit, moving away from the devastating arc of his staff.
When he saw no one was trying to stop him, Malachi threw down his staff but kept running, his eyes fixed on the Judge. “Stop! Please! I request to be heard,” he shouted as he ran. He skidded to a stop a few yards from me and fell to his knees, hands up and weaponless.
The Judge laughed as she stared down at him. “You’ve changed since the first time I saw you, but you still have a flare for the drama
tic entrance.”
Breathing hard, Malachi lowered his head and put his hands on his thighs. “I’m sorry. Please hear me.”
“You haven’t changed in this respect, either. Still arrogant. Boy, you have just disrupted a hearing. Again.” The Judge’s voice echoed painfully off every surface in the room, like there were a thousand of her, all talking at the same time. I clamped my hands to my ears for a few moments.
Malachi flinched and kept his head down. “I apologize for my arrogance. Please, I have something to say.”
The Judge waved her hand. “You can wait until after I’ve rendered my verdict on these two.” But her smile held something else.
Expectation.
Oh no. He’s going to—
“I offer myself.”
The Judge’s smile grew wide with satisfaction. Her teeth gleamed white as the walls. “I will listen.”
Malachi raised his head to look at her. “I offer my service in exchange for this girl’s freedom.” He pointed to Nadia.
“That girl is paid for, my boy.”
Malachi’s eyes went round. “No. No.” He turned to me for the first time. “Lela, please, no. You don’t know what you’re doing. You don’t know what it’s like, trying to keep up with the Guard. It’s dangerous. It’s grueling. It’s lonely.” His face twisted into an agonized expression. “Please, don’t do this.”
I shook my head and smiled at him sadly. “I have to.”
Malachi turned back to the Judge, his face hard with determination. “Mazikin have breached the wall. You need me to take care of this, especially since Ana is gone. Lela won’t be able to. She’s too new. She’ll need training—”
“Oh, I don’t know,” drawled the Judge as she glided over to me and laid a hand on my head. “Lela has many talents. You aren’t giving her enough credit.”
Malachi closed his eyes and nodded. “I know what she is capable of. But you could have me instead. I have served well for almost seventy years. This is a crucial time.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” she crooned, stroking my hair absently. “Tell me, Malachi, what could make you storm my chambers for a second time? No one in history has had enough nerve. What made you come here?”