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" You two have spent a lot of time together,” his mom said.
“Yes.”
“Are you to blame for his survival these past few seasons?”
“No,” Cyra said. “Your son survives because of his own will.”
His mom smiled. “You should defensive.”
“I don’t take credit for other people’s strength,” Cyra said. “Only my own.”
His mom’s smile got even bigger. “And a little cocky.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
The vapor was thick enough. Akos grabbed the hook with the wooden handle that hung next to the stove, and attached it to the kettle. It caught, and locked in place as he poured water in each of the mugs. Isae came forward for one, standing on tiptoe so she could whisper in his ear.
“If it hasn’t already, it should be dawning on you right about now that your girl and your mother are very similar people,” she said. “I will pause as that irrefutable fact chills you to the core.”
Akos eyed her. “Was that humor, Chancellor?”
“On occasion, I have been known to make a humorous remark. "
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" What brings you to the manor, Kuzar?” I asked Jorek, before Vas could comment. “Surely it’s not visiting Vas. I can’t imagine anyone would do that for pleasure.”
Jorek looked from Vas glaring at me, to me smiling back, to Akos staring determinedly at his hands, which gripped the edge of the counter. I hadn’t noticed, at first, how tense Akos had become the moment Vas appeared. I could see the muscles in his shoulders bunching where his shirt stretched tight across them.
“My father is meeting with the sovereign,” Jorek said. “And he thought Vas could talk some sense into me in the meantime.”
I laughed. “Did he?”
“Cyra has many qualities that are useful to the sovereign, but ‘sense’ is not one of them; I would not take her opinion of me too seriously,” Vas said.
“While I do love our little chats, Vas,” I said, “why don’t you just tell me what you want?”
“What are you brewing? A painkiller?” Vas smirked. “I thought groping Kereseth was your painkiller. "
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" No one knew how to bear other people’s hate like Cyra Noavek. Sometimes she even encouraged it, but that didn’t bother him so much. He understood it. She really just thought people were better off staying away from her.
“What?” she said.
“I like you, you know,” he said.
“I know.”
“No, I mean I like you the way you are, I don’t need you to change.” He smiled. “I’ve never thought of you as a monster or a weapon or--what did you call yourself? A rusty--”
She caught the word nail in her mouth. Her fingertips were cool, careful as they ran over the scars and bruises he wore, like she was taking them back. She tasted like sendes leaf and hushflower, like saltfruit and like home.
He put his hands on her, sighing into her skin. They got bolder, fingers laced with fingers, knotted in hair, taking in fistfuls of shirt. Finding soft places nobody else had ever touched, like the bend in her waist, like the underside of his jaw. Their bodies pressed together, hip bone against stomach, knee against thigh…
“Hey!” Teka yelled from across the ship. “Not a private place, you two!”
Cyra rocked back on her heels, and glared at Teka.
He knew how she felt. He wanted more. He wanted everything. "
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" He put his hands on her, sighing into her skin. They got bolder, fingers laced with fingers, knotted in hair, taking in fistfuls of shirt. Finding soft places nobody else had ever touched, like the bend in her waist, like the underside of his jaw. Their bodies pressed together, hip bone against stomach, knee against thigh…
“Hey!” Teka yelled from across the ship. “Not a private place, you two!”
Cyra rocked back on her heels, and glared at Teka.
He knew how she felt. He wanted more. He wanted everything. "
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" She didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?” Akos demanded.
“Cyra was working with us,” Teka said. “During the attack on the sojourn ship, I was supposed to take her out--take our Ryzek’s Scourge while announcing his fate on the intercom, see?”
“Don’t call her that,” Akos said. He felt Isae’s eyes on him, and his cheeks went hot.
“Yeah, yeah.” Teka waved him off. “Well, she bested me, and she let me go. And then she found me, requested a meeting. She offered to give us whatever we wanted--information, help, whatever--if we did something for her in exchange: get you out of Shotet.” Teka looked at Jorek. “That’s why she didn’t tell him. Because she wanted to get him out, but he wouldn’t leave without his brother.”
Jorek clicked his tongue.
Those weeks after Ryzek had threatened him, after Cyra tortured Zosita and kept up appearances on Pitha, she had let him think she was just doing whatever Ryzek said. Let Akos believe the worst of her. And all that time she was out working with renegades, giving whatever she could to get him out. It was like she had become someone new and he hadn’t even noticed. "
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" She was helping us assassinate Ryzek when she got caught. She got us out, but it was too late for her,” Teka said. “But we followed through on our end. Snuck back in, and she was gone--we don’t know where they put her--but you were there, incapacitated, locked up in your room again. Half-starved, might I add. So we got you out. We thought you might be useful in keeping her on our side.”
“I also wanted to help you,” Jorek supplied.
“Yeah, you’re a hero. Noted,” Teka said.
“Why…” Akos shook his head. “Why would Cyra do this?”
“You know why,” Teka said. “What’s the only thing more important to her than her fear of her brother?” When he didn’t answer, she sighed. Exasperated, clearly, “You, of course, have that singular honor.”
Isae and Cisi were staring, one with suspicion and the other, confusion. He didn’t even know how to start explaining it. Cyra Noavek was a name every Thuvhesit knew, a monster story they told to scare each other. What did you say, when you found out the monster wasn’t worthy of the name?
Nothing. You said nothing. "
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" Let’s go to the festival,” he said. He was too thin, I thought. There were shadows under his cheekbones where flesh should have been, in a face so young. “No Ryzek. Just you and me.”
I stared down at his upturned palm. He offered touch to me so freely, without realizing how rare it was. How rare he was, to a person like me.
“Why?” I said.
“What?”
“You’ve been nice to me recently.” I furrowed my brow. “You’re being nice to me now. Why? What’s in it for you?”
“Growing up here really has warped you, hasn’t it?”
“Growing up here,” I clarified, “has made me see the truth about people.”
He sighed, like he disagreed with me but didn’t want to bother to argue. He sighed that way a lot. “We spend a lot of time together, Cyra. Being nice is a matter of survival.”
“I’ll be recognized. The currentshadows are memorable, even if my face is not.”
“You won’t have any currentshadows. You’ll be with me.” He cocked his head to the side. “Or are you really that uncomfortable with touching me?”
It was a challenge. And maybe a manipulation. "
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" I wore a purple dress--not my mother’s finery this time, but something cheap that I didn’t mind ruining--and I had painted my face to disguise it, with a thick diagonal stripe that covered all of one eye and most of the other. I had bound my hair back tightly, painting it blue to keep it in place. Without the currentshadows, I wouldn’t look like the Cyra Noavek that the city of Voa knew.
Akos was dressed in black and green, but since he wasn’t recognizable, he hadn’t bothered with any disguise.
When he saw me, he stared. For a long time.
I knew how I looked. My face was not a relief to the eyes, the way the faces of uncomplicated people were; it was a challenge, like the blinding color of the currentstream. How I looked wasn’t important, particularly as my appearance was always obscured by the shifting veins of the current. But it was strange to see him notice at all.
“Put your eyes back in your head, Kereseth,” I said. “You’re embarrassing yourself. "
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" Jyo offered Isae a fried feathergrass stalk with a big smile, but Akos snatched it before she could take it.
“You don’t want to eat that,” he said. “Unless you want to spend the next six hours hallucinating.”
“Last time Jyo slipped someone one of those, they wandered around this house talking about giant dancing babies,” Jorek said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Teka said. “Laugh all you want, but you would be scared too if you hallucinated giant babies.”
“It was worth it, whether I will ever be forgiven or not,” Jyo said, winking. He had a soft, slippery way of talking.
“Do they work on you?” Cisi asked Akos, nodding to the stalk in his hand.
In answer, Akos bit into the stalk, which tasted like earth and salt and sour.
“Your gift is odd,” Cisi said. “I’m sure Mom would have some kind of vague, wise thing to say about that.”
“Ooh. What was he like as a child?” Jorek said, folding his hands and learning close to Akos’s sister. “Was he actually a child, or did he just sort of appear one day as a fully grown adult, full of angst?”
Akos glared at him.
“He was short and chubby,” Cisi said. “Irritable. Very particular about his socks.”
“My socks?” Akos said.
“Yeah!” she said. “Eijeh told me you always arranged them in order of preference from left to right. Your favorite ones were yellow. "
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" We walked down a narrow alley that opened up to one of the main thoroughfares of Voa. My body clenched, for a moment, as a man’s eyes lingered on my face. And a woman’s. And a child’s. Everywhere eyes caught mine and then shifted away.
I grabbed Akos’s arm, and pulled him in to whisper, “They’re staring. They know who I am.”
“No,” he said. “They’re staring because you’ve got bright blue paint all over your face.”
I touched my cheek, lightly, where the paint had dried. My skin felt rough and scaly. It hadn’t occurred to me that today it meant nothing if people stared at me.
“You’re kind of paranoid, you know that?” he said to me.
“And you’re starting to sound kind of cocky, for someone I routinely beat up.”
He laughed. "
― Veronica Roth , Carve the Mark (Carve the Mark, #1)