Chapter: The Second StitchThe moon came up over the moon-door, and she stood in the middle of the chamber and did not know what to do with her hands.She had known what to do with her hands for three hundred years. There had always been a next thing: a blade to clean, a route to memorize, a mark to study, a death to deliver. Now the next thing was a bed, and a man, and a night, and she had done this once, she had done it and it had unmade her in the best way, and she did not know how to begin it again, and she stood with her hands useless at her sides, and he watched her from the bed with his wolf-gold eyes half-lidded and patient, and he did not move to help her."You're thinking," he said."Yes.""Stop that.""I don't know how."He laughed, the boy laugh, and it undid something in her chest the way it always did, and he said: "Come here, love, and I'll show you. It's the same as yesterday. You were good at it yesterday. I have witnesses.""The Moon," she said severely, and he laughed harder, and she crossed
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Chapter: The ResidentIt did it without haste, the way a tide goes out. One motion, and it stood on the far side of the threshold, in the corridor, at the top of the stair, and it was still there, she saw, it had not left, it had only moved to where the seal held and stopped, the way a blade rests in its sheath: present, patient, waiting to be drawn.She had watched it all night. Her body was stiff with the watching, the old watch, the one that never ended, and her new heart was beating too fast under her hand, and she could not stop looking at the collar.It wore Seven's collar. The pale leather was dull in the gray light, the throat of it empty, and it wore it the way a man wears a key on a ring, and the table beside the lamp was still bare, and she had seen it take nothing, and it had it anyway.Behind her, the bed rustled."What are you looking at," said the prince, and then he saw, and the sleep went out of his voice in the same breath it came in. "That is mine," he said. Not loud. He said it the way
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Chapter: The Reapers Road"There you are," he said.The words came out of the lamplight, and she did not understand them, because she was still on the stone floor of the rite chamber with the fire in her arms, except she was not: she was lying on the bed, the white-remade bed, and the moon column had crossed the room and now lay across its foot, and the lamps were lit, and he was propped above her on one elbow, looking at her, and his face was doing something she had never seen it do. Open. Unarmored. Like a man who had been holding his breath for a very long time and had just been told he could stop."What do you mean?" she asked. Her voice sounded strange to her. Everything sounded strange. The heartbeat under her ribs was still learning its rhythm, and she could hear it, and she could hear the lamps, and the silk, and his breath, and the whole loud unbearable miracle of being alive."I mean there you are," he said. "Under the other face. I have been looking for you under it for weeks. I knew you were in the
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Chapter: The RiteHe had kept his word. Nine stood on her side of it in the rite robes the temple women had laced onto her at dusk, moon-bleached silk over the gray shift, unadorned, her hair dressed high and pinned with nothing, and she thought about how strange it was that the most important night of her life came with no ornament at all. The women had wanted the collar off. She had kept her hand over it, Seven's collar at her throat, pale leather worn smooth, and they had looked at her face and not dared argue with a bride on her rite night.She had left the other collar under the pillow.Her own. The fresh one with her number cut into the iron, the one he had given her the night he told her he was hunting the ninth blade. She had kept it for weeks like a stone she could not put down, and now she left it where it had slept, because if she lived through this night she would never need it again, and if she died it did not matter, and either way she was done carrying it.The moon cleared the rooftops.
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Chapter: The CollarThe temple women came at the half-moon and took her over with soft hands and hard eyes: the bathing, the oils, the gray shift that would become the rite robes, the hours of instruction in the bridal chamber's customs. The rite had a shape, and the shape had words, and the words had to be learned until they lived in her mouth like her own. The oldest of the women, a priestess with a face like a closed door, made her practice the vow until her voice went raw."I, Shen Xi, of the salt house of the coast, take Xiao Jin, crown prince of Dalang, before the Moon, with this body and this soul—""Again," said the priestess. "The Moon hears the heart behind the words. Your heart is not in it."Nine bowed her head and said it again, and the words tasted like ash in her borrowed mouth, because they were a lie built on a lie: a dead girl's name taking a living prince, a blade practicing the vow that would either save her or burn her, and she did not know which one the Moon would hear when the time
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Chapter: The truthHe turned and went back to his birds, and Nine stood at the window with the city burning gold below her and his words burning gold inside her, and she understood that she had just been given the most dangerous thing anyone had ever given her: a way out of the lie, held open, with no price on it.She should have been afraid. A blade with a way out of her cover was a blade with a hand on her own throat.She was not afraid. She was standing in a hawk tower with the wind in her face, and for the first time in three hundred years she wanted to be ready, and she did not know if wanting it made her more human or more lost, and she went down the stairs behind him with the wanting loud in her chest and the silence under her ribs saying nothing at all.That night she did not dream of Seven.She lay in the dark of the tower room with the two collars under her pillow, her own and Seven's, and she counted the beams in the ceiling and the nights left and the reasons she should run, and she had reac
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