I frown. "I'm not sure yet. But I know every inch of Southgate. And I know many of the girls there. I think they'll trust me. So you need to bring three girls here, from the Jewel. One from each of the other three holding facilities. The ones with the highest Growth scores. If the Growth score indicates compatibility with the elements, then we'll need the best we can get, the ones who can access the highest number of elements."

"And once I've rescued three more surrogates, and you have trained them in this power, how do you propose to get a whole host of surrogates to the Jewel?"

It comes to me in a flash, the most obvious answer sitting there all along. A smile plays on my lips. "We'll use the Auction."

"Yes," Raven says, nodding.

"I don't get it," Garnet says.

"The Auction," I explain. "The trains to the Auction House. We have to get as many girls on those trains as possible. And then the royalty will unwittingly get us into the Jewel. We won't need to break down that wall. The royalty will bring us inside it on their own."

Garnet whistles through his teeth. "I'll give you credit, that's pretty brilliant."

"The Auction isn't until October," Lucien points out. "That's months away."

I bite my lip. He's right. How long can we risk waiting? I worry again about Hazel being tested. We need to end the Auction before that ever has a chance to happen.

"It's a place to start," Ash says. "Coordinate attacks within each circle with the Auction and the royalty won't know what hit them. I'd suggest the Regimental barracks and the magistrate offices for starters. Maybe even the banks. They can't fight everyone at once, not if they're being attacked from within their own walls."

Lucien shoots him a disdainful glance.

"It's a good idea," I insist.

He sighs. "I suppose you have some surrogate or other in mind to be rescued from the Jewel."

I nod.

"Another friend?" he asks.

"No," I say. "But I think she's exactly what we need."

And I tell Lucien about the lioness.

Twenty-one.

"HOW'S OUR STAR REVOLUTIONARY DOING?" GARNET'S voice is tinny through the arcana, which floats above Raven's shoulder.

She's perched on a pyramid of hay bales. Two weeks at the White Rose and she's changed into a new person-healthier, happier.

"Outstanding," Raven says. "Violet's a natural at this."

I become the air.

I accept the element, dissolving into weightless molecules that scoop up the individual strands of hay littered on the barn floor. They hang there, suspended. I can feel each of their tiny weights. I float them over to Raven, and they circle her like oddly shaped planets orbiting a sun.

She claps. Ash chuckles from where he stands brushing Turnip, Sil's horse, who had been called Horse until Ash started taking care of the animals. Turnip is the nickname he gave to Cinder as a baby.

"She should try embroidery," Garnet suggests. "Or knitting. You know, challenge herself."

"Or maybe she should start collecting miniature tea sets," Raven says with a smirk. "So she and your wife can have little crafts parties."

"I'll have you know, Coral has exactly two hundred sixty-five of those things. Trust me. She's counted. To my face. I had to sit there and smile while she gave me a whole presentation. I mean, it's a ridiculous obsession, but you have to admire her determination."

"Color me impressed."

"I'm going to pretend that wasn't sarcastic."

Raven talks to Garnet more than I do. They love poking fun at each other. I think he keeps her sharp. He reminds her of how she used to be.

"I thought you called for a reason," Raven says. "Anything to report from the Jewel?"

The strands of hay fall to the floor as I release the connection with Air. I want to be fully present for this conversation.

"I haven't seen Lucien since the wedding," Garnet says, "so I don't know what he's up to. My mother has some plan up her sleeve, but no luck getting it out of her-and I can't very well pretend to have a sudden interest in surrogates."

"A plan involving a surrogate?" I say. "But she doesn't have one."

"Yes, but no one in the Jewel besides me and Lucien know that. Oh, and that new companion you guys told me about, since he obviously saw you, Violet."

"His name is Rye," Raven reminds him.

"How is he doing?" Ash asks, putting the brush down.

"Fine, I guess. I haven't talked to him, he doesn't know about the Society or anything. Carnelian is still moping over you, if you can believe it. She talks about you all the time to him. I think she's hoping he'll tell her some quality Ash Lockwood stories. It's sort of sad, actually."

"But what about the surrogate plan?" I say. I don't want to waste time talking about Carnelian. "What could she be thinking?"

"Like I said before, she doesn't confide in me. And I'm trying to play the perfect son, you know, marriage has straightened me out, no more late nights in Bank taverns, that type of thing." He pauses. "But she's definitely up to something. She took a letter to the Exetor last night. Delivered it personally. The last time my mother delivered her own mail was . . . well, probably never."

"And the Society?" Ash asks, scattering a handful of feed to the chickens pecking around in their pen. "What are they up to? Any developments?"

"You'd have to ask Lucien about that," Garnet says. "All I know is what I've read in the papers. And that's because I know to look for it."

The Society has been vandalizing royal property, hitting specific targets in the Smoke and the Farm. Mostly magistrate offices and Regimental barracks, like Ash had suggested, though Lucien would never admit that Ash had a good idea. They are finding weaknesses in places where the royalty have their claws in the lower circles. They haven't taken credit for it, though there was one mention of a black key being drawn on the door of a post office. Lucien didn't sound too happy when he told us about that.

Neither did Ash, but I think that's because he'd rather be out with the vandals. I know he's frustrated by our isolation, and his lack of an active role in this revolution. I can see it in his face now and the tense set of his shoulders.

"I'm going for a run," he says. He scratches one of the goats behind the ears and stalks out of the barn.

Ash runs the perimeter of the White Rose at least twice a day. I think it helps him channel all that pent-up energy.

"Was it something I said?" Garnet asks.

"No." I sigh. "He's just frustrated."

"Tell me about it. At least he doesn't have to sit through a lecture on the difference between bone china and porcelain."

"And which do you prefer?" Raven teases.

"Oh, bone china, definitely. Did you know it's the whitest of all dinnerware?"

Raven and I laugh.

"I have to go," Garnet says abruptly, and the arcana goes silent. Raven catches it before it hits the hay bales. She hops off them and hands it back to me.

"What do you think the Duchess is up to?" she asks.

"I don't know. It's worrying that she still talks as if she had a surrogate."

"Yeah," she says. "You don't think she stole one from some other royal woman?"

"I think that would have been front page news."

"Probably." Raven purses her lips. "I'm going to make some tea. Want some?"

I nod. "I'll be in in a minute."

As soon as she is out the door, I sigh and throw my arms out wide.

I become the air.

Hundreds of pieces of hay rise up as I join with the element. It's exhilarating, the sense of weightlessness Air gives me. It's like flying with my feet on the ground. I soar up to the very top of the barn, bringing the hay with me.

Turnip stamps her feet.

The arcana buzzes in my hand and I release my connection with the element.

"She's on her way to you," Lucien says. Pieces of hay drift down and land in my hair and Turnip's mane. She shakes her head and lets out a snort.

"The lioness?"

"Lot 199, yes."

I hate that neither of us know her name.

"What did you tell her?" I ask.

"I didn't tell her anything," he says. "We can't approach this in the same way I did with you. I'll get the girls to you the safest way I can."

"Which is how?"

"My original plan," Lucien says, with a bite of impatience. "I dosed her wine with the serum. In the nick of time, too. I think the Countess of the Rose was about to arrange for her to have an accident."

I shudder at his meaning. "So . . . she's going to show up here and have no idea what's going on?"

"I'm doing my part," he says, "you have to do yours. She'll be on the two o'clock train arriving at Bartlett Station tomorrow afternoon. Look for the key."

"I always do," I say.

IT'S VERY COLD THE NEXT DAY. I WRAP MY SCARF TIGHTER around me and pull down the earflaps on my hat.

Sil gave me a ridiculous pair of goggles to wear, tinted to hide my eyes. Just to be safe, in case anyone is looking for me.

"I want to come," Ash says, as he hooks up Turnip to the cart.

"Not a chance," Sil says from the driver's seat. Ash spares her a cold look before turning back to me.

"I want to come," he says again. "I want to do something."

"I know," I say. "But . . . it's too dangerous. What if someone recognized you again?"

"With your pretty face, you can bet someone will call the Regimentals as quick as you can say Halma," Sil says.

"Violet disguised me once," he says. "She could do it again."

"Ash . . ." I hesitate. "That was using the Auguries. I don't . . . I don't want to use them anymore." This is only partly true. I can still use the Auguries, but it's more concern for Ash's safety that holds me back. I won't risk his life.

"Right," he says curtly. "I get it."

"Will you take care of Raven for me while I'm gone?"

"Raven can take care of herself now."

I put my hand on his arm. "We'll be back soon. Maybe . . . maybe you can come next time."

Ash nods, but I know he doesn't believe me. He gives Turnip's flank a pat, and storms off to the barn.

I sigh and climb up next to Sil.

"That companion is getting on my nerves," she says.

"He's not a companion anymore," I say as the cart lurches forward. "I wish you and Lucien would remember that. And he's . . . frustrated. He wants to help."

"How is he supposed to help? Seduce our way into the Jewel?"

"You don't understand anything about him."

Sil laughs.