“Mal—”
“You should have stopped me. All the time I was standing there, going on like a fool. If you didn’t want me, you should have just said so. ”
“Don’t feel too bad, tracker,” said the Darkling. “All men can be made fools. ”
“That’s not it—” I protested.
“Is it Nikolai?”
“What? No!”
“Another otkazat’sya, Alina?” the Darkling mocked.
Mal shook his head in disgust. “I let him push me away. The meetings, the council sessions, the dinners. I let him edge me out. Just waiting, hoping that you’d miss me enough to tell them all to go to hell. ”
I swallowed, trying to block out the vision of the Darkling’s cold smile.
“Mal, the Darkling—”
“I don’t want to hear about the Darkling anymore! Or Ravka or the amplifiers or any of it. ” He slashed his hand through the air. “I’m done. ” He turned on his heel and strode toward the door.
“Wait!” I rushed after him and reached for his arm.
He turned around so fast, I almost careened into him. “Don’t, Alina. ”
“You don’t understand—” I said.
“You flinched. Tell me you didn’t. ”
“It wasn’t because of you!”
Mal laughed harshly. “I know you haven’t had much experience. But I’ve kissed enough girls to know what that means. Don’t worry. It won’t happen again. ”
The words hit me like a slap. He slammed the door behind him.
I stood there, staring at the closed doors. I reached out and touched the bone handle.
You can fix this, I told myself. You can make this right. But I just stood there, frozen, Mal’s words ringing in my ears. I bit down hard on my lip to silence the sob that shook my chest. That’s good, I thought as the tears spilled over. That way the servants won’t hear. An ache had started between my ribs, a hard, bright shard of pain that lodged beneath my sternum, pressing tight against my heart.
I didn’t hear the Darkling move; I only knew when he was beside me. His long fingers brushed the hair back from my neck and rested on the collar. When he kissed my cheek, his lips were cold.
Chapter 19
EARLY THE NEXT MORNING, I tracked d
own David on the roof of the Little Palace, where construction had begun on his gigantic mirrored dishes. He’d set up a makeshift workspace in the shade of one of the domes, and it was already covered in bits of shiny detritus and discarded drawings. The barest breeze ruffled their edges. I recognized Nikolai’s scrawl in one of the margins.
“How’s it going?” I asked.
“Better,” he said, studying the slick surface of the nearest dish. “I think I’ve gotten the curvature right. We should be ready to try them out soon. ”
“How soon?” We were still receiving conflicting reports of the Darkling’s location, but if he hadn’t finished creating his army, it wouldn’t be long.
“A couple of weeks,” David said.
“That long?”
“You can have it soon, or you can have it right,” he grumbled.
“David, I need to know—”
“I told you everything I know about Morozova. ”
“Not about him,” I said. “Not exactly. If … if I wanted to remove the collar. How would I do that?”
“You can’t. ”
“Not now. But after we’ve—”
“No,” David said, without looking at me. “It’s not like other amplifiers. It can’t just be taken off. You’d have to break it, violate its structure. The results would be catastrophic. ”
“How catastrophic?”
“I can’t be certain,” he said. “But I’m pretty sure it would make the Fold look like a paper cut. ”
“Oh,” I said softly. Then it would be the same with the fetter. Whatever I was becoming, there was no turning back. I’d hoped the visions were the result of the bite from the nichevo’ya, that the effects might somehow diminish as the wound slowly healed. But that didn’t seem to be happening. And even if it did, I would always be tied to the Darkling through the collar. Again, I wondered why he hadn’t chosen to try to kill the sea whip himself and bind us closer still.
David picked up a bottle of ink and began twirling it between his fingers. He looked miserable. Not just miserable, I thought. Guilty. He had forged this connection, placed this chain around my neck for eternity.
Gently, I took the ink bottle from his hands. “If you hadn’t done it, the Darkling would have found someone else. ”
He twitched, something between a nod and a shrug. I set the ink down at the far edge of the table where his jittery fingers couldn’t reach it and turned to go.
“Alina…?”
I stopped and looked back at him. His cheeks had gone bright red. The warm breeze lifted the edges of his shaggy hair. At least that awful haircut was growing out.
“I heard … I heard Genya was on the ship. With the Darkling. ”
I felt a pang of sorrow for Genya. So David hadn’t been completely oblivious.
“Yes,” I said.
“She’s all right?” he asked hopefully.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “She was when we escaped. ” But if the Darkling knew that she’d as good as let us go, I didn’t know how he might have dealt with her. I hesitated. “I begged her to come with us. ”