Iko tugged on a braid, glad that, no matter how bad of a shape her body was in, her hair still looked good. The coronation was supposed to take place in the great hall. We could start there.

Cinder nodded. I dont have access to the palace blueprints anymore. Can you lead?

Ikos internal synapses fired for a few moments before they managed to compute Cinders words. She recalled all of their planning and plotting, all the diagrams and maps and strategies theyd drawn up. She raised her good hand and pointed. The great hall is that way.

* * *

Scarlet could hear her grandmothers voice, gentle yet firm, as the battle raged around her. Shed already gone through two magazines and she had seen more claw-torn abdomens and tooth-ripped throats than even her nightmares could have shown her. Still, the soldiers kept coming. She knew they had one regiment on their side, but she couldnt begin to guess how many of the soldiers were fighting with her and how many against her, and no matter how many fell, more were always there, ready to replace them.

Afraid she might shoot an ally when every blood-soaked civilian looked like an enemy, Scarlet focused on the obvious targets. The thaumaturges in their maroon and black jackets were easy to spot even in the fray. Every time Scarlet felt her conscience creeping up on herit was a life, a human life she was about to takeshe would see one of the civilians put a gun to their own head or stab one of their family members to death, and she would pick a thaumaturge whose face was tight with concentration and all her qualms would disappear.

Hold the gun with both hands, her grandma would tell her. I know they do it differently in the dramas, but theyre idiots. Line up your target using the front and back sights. Dont pull the triggersqueeze it. It will fire when its ready.

The thaumaturge in her sight line stumbled back, a dark spot appearing on her red coat.

Click. Click.

Scarlet reached for her back pocket.

Empty.

She cursed. Shoving the gun into her waistband, she spun around, searching the ground for another weapon. Having been so focused on targeting her enemies, she was surprised to find herself in a sea of bodies and blood.

A drop of sweat slid down her temple.

How many had they lost? It seemed like the fighting had just started. How were there so many already dead? Dismay filled her lungs.

This was a battlefield. A massacre. And she was caught in the middle of it.

She released a shaky breath, wishing she could release her terror along with it. Her grand-mres voice had disappeared as soon as shed put away the gun. Now there was only the sound of killing. Screams and war cries. The stench of blood.

Spotting an axe, she bent to pick it up, and didnt realize until she found resistance that the blade was buried in a body. Grimacing, she shut her eyes, gritted her teeth, and pulled it free. She didnt check to see who the body belonged to.

She was exhausted in every way, exhausted halfway to delirium. Her attention fell on a middle-aged woman who at first glance reminded her of Maha, but older. The woman was trembling from shock and her arm was cut and tornby teeth, Scarlet guessedand she was using her good hand to drag an injured man to safety.

Scarlet stumbled forward, gripping the axe handle. She should help her.

She went to drop the axe, but then her fingers twitched, which was her first warning. Eyes widening, she looked down at her hand. Her knuckles whitened on the axe handle, gripping it tighter. A shudder ripped through her body.

Someone else had control of her hands.

But they hadnt thought to take her tongue, at least.

Get away from me! she screamed, to no one in particular. To anyone close enough to hear. Run!

The woman paused and looked up. There wasnt enough time. Scarlets disjointed legs stumbled toward her and she took the axe in both hands and raised it overhead, her muscles flexing under its weight. Run! she yelled again, panic clawing at her throat, her mind overcome with the horrible reality of being under a thaumaturges control.

Comprehension filled the womans face and she scrambled backward. She turned to run, but tripped.

Scarlet screamed in anguish. The woman threw her hands up to protect herself. Scarlet slammed her eyes shut, pushing out tears she hadnt known were there, and her arms swung the axe toward the womans stomach.

The axe came to a jarring stop, halting mid-swing.

Gasping around her own heartbeat, Scarlet dared to look up.

A form, massive and dark and covered in blood, towered over her. Scarlet whimpered. In relief, in gratitude, in a thousand feelings that didnt come with words. Wolf.

His eyes were as vibrant green as ever, despite being more sunken than beforea result of his protruding nose and jaw.

Scarlets arm tried to pull the axe away, but he tore it from her grip.

Her mindless fingers changed tactics, scrabbling for a weakness, though there werent many. Her thumbs dove for his eye sockets.

Wolf caught her easily, still gripping the axe while his arms came around to smother Scarlet, pinning her arms to her sides. She screamed with frustration, and she wasnt sure if it was her own frustration or that of a thaumaturge screaming through her. Her legs jostled and kicked and stamped, her body writhing against Wolfs iron grip. He was immovable and merciless, bending his body around her like a cocoon.

The thaumaturge gave up, moving on to control an easier victim. Scarlet felt the release like a rubber band snapping inside her limbs. She shivered, melting into Wolfs embrace with a sob.