Chapter 92

ACHILLES. The only thing I can do is stare at the guillotine. Strangely enough, I can almost see myself getting in there, pushed in by an eager guard. In some kind of sick daydream, I think about what I'm going to say, what I'm doing to do, and how long it would take my body to go limp. I fall deeper and deeper into the pit of despair. The only thing that manages to interrupt it is the sudden appearance of Tristan. He emerges from the space behind Larkin, looking at us with a strange expression on his face. It's almost like he's trying consciously not to look at me, but he just can't help himself. I wait for him to speak through mind-link, but the space in my mind remains as blank and as quiet as ever. Perhaps the gamble I made didn’t pay off after all. Tristan will remain a traitor forever, and it was totally stupid of me to entrust something this important to him in the first place. Anger is brewing in my chest now. Not only directed to him and Larkin but also to myself. I can’t