Tuesday Teasers & Tuesday Intros, First Chapter, First Paragraph 9/11

Teaser Tuesday Is a Weekly bookish Meme, Hosted by MitzB of Should Be Reading. 

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 Grab your current read Open to a random pageShare 2 (Two) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page

   Be Careful, No Spoilers Please (Make sure that what you share doesn't give too much away! You don’t want to ruing the book for others)    Share title and author too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their tbr list if they like your teaser!Please leave me a comment with either the link to your own Teaser Tuesdays post, or share your ‘teasers’ in a comment here (if you don’t have a blog) Thanks! I am reading 2 books, so will have them both for you. Unsacred Gift I am reading for a book tour, and am really liking it so far. Goodreads

 Both teasers in the scroll box for you

Teaser #1
I could hear the ear-piercing screams and horror in her voice ringing in my ears. I ran as fast as I could through the tall trees in the forest. I was running after her so fast, trying to save her from her doom. The dark mist was dragging her across the floor of the forest. My breathing was shallow and my heart raced as I kept running. It felt like I was running in place. The dark mass kept pulling her.

Teaser #2
No, no visions please! But I couldn’t
fight it. Am I dreaming? This was different, I thought, but I knew that I wasn't dreaming. I was standing in the forest where my dream kept occurring. I turned around, only to see the same face that I had been seeing in my dreams for
the last few days. The little girl had her head down. She was drenched in water. Her clothes had dirt spots on them. She was shaking uncontrollably, like she was having a seizure.
Is this for real? I wondered. My heart raced as I stared at her. She lifted up her head and looked at me, and
pointed. Then I came back to myself.
I broke out in tears.

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Reading this one too, Fallen by Christine James  | Goodreads I am enjoying this book too (just needs a new cover in my opinion), trying to read two at once, to get book tour books done too on time. Both teasers are in the scroll box. Enjoy

Teaser #1 “You will be home soon,” Angelo said, making him more comfortable. He stared down into the bizarre violet eyes of the boy, but to his surprise he did not see panic or worry, only peace. The boy’s eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth began to move in rapid whispers.

Leaning his ear close to the boy’s mouth, Angelo instantly recognized the ancient language, his language. It was a jumble of ancient words mixed with the modern dialect. Most of the words were gibberish, making little sense, but then the term “chosen one” caught his attention. Angelo leaned in closer, so close the boy’s bloodied lips brushed his ear.

“You will find her,” he gasped. “She is in my blood.”

Teaser #2

Erin began to feel light headed as the need for oxygen became more pressing. Reluctantly, she pulled away. She stared into Angelo’s eyes and was shocked to see that they were such a light shade of silver, they almost appeared translucent. She gasped and tried to move away, but his arms were tight against her, not letting her move.

“Your eyes,” she whispered.

“Your eyes are different as well,” he answered softly, his breath fanning against her cheeks.

“What? Let me go,” she said, beginning to struggle against him. When he relented and moved his arm, she quickly stepped away.

“I don’t even know you,” she said, acting as if she was insulted. She tried to steady her galloping heart. Logically she knew it was impossible to have feelings for a man she’d just met, but she couldn’t convince her mind of that.

“You are the one who kissed me,” he interjected politely.

Erin opened her mouth to say something, but snapped it closed. He was right; she had started the whole thing. He was a stranger who had been nice to her and nothing more. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” she said.

“Why don’t you change into some dry clothes and then we can talk,” he suggested.

Nodding, Erin pulled dry clothes out of the dresser and disappeared into the bathroom. Once she was alone, she looked into the mirror and gasped. Her eyes had changed from violet to a brilliant shade of electric blue. “What the hell?” Erin turned her head from left to right, thinking that perhaps it was a trick of the light. As she watched her reflection, her eyes slowly began to shift back to violet.

“What is going on with our eyes?” she called.

“It’s a natural phenomenon. It only happens to a few people.” Angelo answered casually. There was a slight tone in his voice that told her he didn’t really want to talk about it.

“But, what are the odds that it would happen to you and to me?” she pressed.

“I would say pretty good,” he chuckled.

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Tuesday Intros, First Chapter, First Paragraph

First Chapter First Paragraph - Tuesday Intros Hosted by Bibliophile By The Sea

Every Tuesday I will participate in the Tuesday Intro First Chapter-First Paragraph Intros.

These are books we decided to read based on the first paragraph or so. Then find another “Teaser” in the book somewhere to catch our interest. Leave me a comment with link to your post, and if your a new follower be sure to let me know. I want to be sure to follow back.
I am going to give you a treat, this book is not out yet, until Oct 13, I got it for a book tour, and read the first chapter or 2 free, and I was hooked, so when I got the ebook, I could not help myself, I had to read it all. Its amazing, watch for my date on tour, sidebar has them all.
Enjoy! Its in the Scrollbar, after the chapter, I will have one teaser from later in book. (No spoilers, no worries)
Violet Fox  Goodreads

Note: You can visit Clare Marshall's blog, and read the first 3 chapters of this book for free, I have chapter one for you here, and the added teaser at the end. You may want to check out the other 2 chapters. Here is Link to her site of the free 3 chapters Here

One

RUN. THAT’S WHAT instinct told me. It whispered to every Freetor, warning us of the danger the surface people could bring. The Marlenians would try to strike us down if we were seen in public, or worse, if our thieving hands touched their market goods.

They would never strike me down.

“I count three men to the left, on the street corner. There are four more on the other side of the market.” My brother Rordan adjusted his hood, revealing his grey eyes. “Are you ready to do this?”

I grinned. “Whenever the others are in position.”

Rordan shook his head, gliding his teeth over his bottom lip. “Sis, sometimes I wonder if you have a death wish.”

“There are only seven guards. I’ve been up against more.”

“We only see seven guards. There are always more around the corner.”

“Stop ruining my fun.”

“This isn’t supposed to be fun. You’re taking it too far with this . . . getup.”

Rordan gestured to the worn violet cloak that enveloped my thin form. I pulled the hood down over my eyes to hide my mask. Every time we came up to the surface together, he got annoyed at me for “making a public display.” I was always getting in trouble with him for something or other, mostly because I had a short temper. But it didn’t matter what he thought. What mattered was keeping our stomachs full.

I peeked from behind the barrels where we were crouched. A stone wall ran parallel to us five stone-throws away, separating the streets into perfect lines that met at the castle far to our left. Carriages ploughed through the peasants and beggars that dotted the streets. Small blue lights hung from the second-storey windows and encircled the Marlenian royal family crest: a sceptre topped with a white orb, shining the way through the stitched, pointy mountains on the violet fabric. Over the past few months, I’d stolen dozens of stitched crests just to create my cape.

Wrinkling my nose, I lowered my eyes to the vendors. Merchants who hoped for a few coins to feed their families called to the Marlenian peasants, brandishing their wares. To my people, their apples and bread loafs were worth more than metal dug from the ground. We lived among the metal. It was everywhere and easy to get. But when you live underground, far from the sun, food is a rare treasure. I thought about the thick slice of bread and the tiny crab apple I had eaten that morning. My breakfast could’ve fed a family of three, but I was allowed to have it for myself—one of the privileges of risking my life every day on the surface.

A small vendor selling baked goods and fruits had the most crowded stand in sight. I gestured to the merchant and Rordan nodded. This vendor was not sympathetic to the Freetors, so he was a fair target.

The seven Marlenian guards patrolled the area like a pride of large cats stalking its prey. I’d only seen a picture of a wildcat once, when I was small. It was a special treat from my father, who had found it during one of his trips to the surface. According to him, the Marlenians had hunted them almost to extinction, except in the North, where they lived in the mountains and preyed on travellers.

Sometimes I wished the Marlenians didn’t know about us. It would be easier to live that way. Every day our numbers got thinner. Maybe someday, someone would draw a picture of me to bring home to his family, and he’d say, “Those Freetors, whatever happened to them?”

It was a little hard to see with my hood blocking my vision, but a small space in the crowd cleared. My eyes were on a giant basket filled with fresh bread. The aroma tickled my nostrils and reminded me of my near-empty stomach. The basket sat on the ground next to the stand because it was too big. Approaching it from an angle, I glanced at the price tag dangling from a piece of string. For the same price as the bread, we could get enough food to feed a third of the Freetors in the Undercity. This made the unsympathetic merchants almost as bad as the Marlenian guards.

My friend Laoise was one of the runners today. She was disguised as a Marlenian middle-class errand boy. It was common for the nobles to have them—they were more reliable than Freetor slaves and they were fast, because if they displeased their masters, they would be disciplined. No one would question her as she escaped the streets with stolen goods, especially if she ran towards the castle. I nodded twice in her direction. With that signal, she casually strutted to the same merchant table.

The merchant was busy exchanging coins for goods and didn’t notice as I slipped around the side of his counter. My hand hovered over the bread basket.

One of the merchant’s customers, a burly man with a three-day-old beard, was gossiping beside me. “. . . and at the last address, could you see his eyes? They never left the sceptre. Every good Marlenian knows that he is not to be trusted. To think that the Holy One puts his faith in him . . .”

“Now, now, there’s no need to question the Holy One’s faith,” the merchant replied as he reached under his counter for a bundle of apples and passed them to another customer, a lady on his right. “But I have heard rumours of the Advisor’s . . . persistent behaviour lately. You’d think he was after the sceptre!”

Marlenian gossip. I knew I shouldn’t care. All I had to do was close my hand around the basket handle and pass it off to Laoise—she would do the rest. But I was frozen, listening.

“Well, may his hands burn if he touches the Holy One’s sceptre.” The Marlenian scratched his head. “Then again, if the rumours are true, and he’s as anti-Freetor as they say, maybe he should be holding the sceptre and ruling the lands. Damn Freetors, poisoning our children, stealing our food. I don’t even trust the ones we have as slaves.”

I gritted my teeth and wrapped my hand around the basket, slipping it between the folds of my large cloak. Marlenian lies were the only poison in the four provinces, and they infected everyone. Obviously he had never had to live underground for his entire life. I jutted my chin to Laoise, and she sauntered towards me. There were a few bundles of apples out front within reach. If I could just . . .

“You! Halt!”

I froze. Part of me wanted to run. I didn’t have to look to know that the merchant had his eyes on me. My hood obscured my face, and the violet mask that hid my eyes and marked me as the Violet Fox felt heavy on my skin.

“Uncover your face, or I’ll call the guards,” the merchant said.

Laoise slowed and pretended to be looking at something across the street. In a few moments, she would pass behind me, take the basket from my hands, and run. I only had to stall until then.

“Tees a ’orrid sight, Meester,” I said in a crackly, old-woman voice. “Tees one will get out of Meester’s way.”

“I thought the Holy One banned violet and purple cloaks from the market,” the gossiping Marlenian said. “Because of the—”

My breath caught in my throat. Damn it.

Before the man could finish his sentence and before the merchant could shout for the guards, I tossed the basket to Laoise and threw myself on top of the merchant’s counter. Apples and oranges dropped to the ground, and bread crumbled underneath me. I had to buy enough time for Laoise to escape with the goods. The merchant grabbed at me, but I swung my legs around and caught him between my thighs. He and the Marlenian citizens on the other side of the counter grabbed my upper body and pulled. The guards weren’t far away. I kicked the merchant. He flew back against the stone wall and sunk to the ground. Grabbing two apples, I threw them hard over my shoulders. I heard two of them hit foreheads, and the grips around me lessened.

I propelled myself forward, underneath the counter, and found an empty basket. I shoved everything I could inside it before two guards appeared on either side of me. They drew their knives, but I was faster. I faked left and then dived right, dipping underneath and evading the guard’s grasp.

Rordan was across the street, and so was my escape route, but the road was busy with frightened Marlenians and determined guards. With two guards at my heels, I leapt on top of the barrels beside the merchant tent and threw the basket full of fruit and other goods on top of the canopy. Some oranges fell out, but I grabbed them as I climbed. The merchant tents lined the stone walls, but I wasn’t close enough to jump on the wall. Praying they wouldn’t collapse, I leapt from tent-top to tent-top, looking for another runner to take the basket. Marlenian guards shook the poles that held the tents upright, but I was always one step ahead of them, onto the next top.

Finally, I spotted a runner: a lanky boy with a gaunt but determined face, wearing a violet strip of fabric around his head. He was looking up at me, watching my every move just like the guards. I leapt from the tent-tops and, in mid-air, threw the basket to the runner. The guards reached for it, but the Freetor runner was quicker. He jumped and caught it with both hands, and ran. I ignored the stabbing pain in my ankles as I landed on the worn gravel street. There was no time to pause. The basket was tossed to a few different Freetor hands before disappearing into the narrow Marlenian streets. A few guards broke off to chase the runners, but the majority stayed with me, the prize, the Violet Fox.

I probably wouldn’t get away with another basket of fruit, not today, not until I shook the guards. One of them grabbed my cloak—Rordan was always telling me this would happen, that I should not leave things dangling for them to catch hold of—but I undid the ties at my neck and let the fabric billow over the guard’s face. I slipped away with my smaller violet cape still wrapped around me. My survival instincts told me to leave the cape behind too, that it labelled me as the Violet Fox, but I couldn’t bear to part with it. The large cloak fell beyond the guard and tripped up the horses. One of them whinnied and reared, blocking the three guards chasing me. Struggling to stay on the horse, the guard shot me a death stare as I disappeared into an alleyway.

The Marlenian streets were a maze, filled with tall, narrow buildings and even narrower alleyways. I wove between them like a master seamstress, the map of the city burned into my mind so fiercely that even the more experienced guards began to question their whereabouts. They would bring my cloak to their superior, and that would be their accomplishment for the day—but the real prize would remain elusive.

I had to get to the safe point, but I got distracted just as I was leaving the merchant district. On a narrow street, a carriage was parked outside a pub—no driver in sight, but the pub was surrounded by houses and businesses. The sun was barely at its highest point in the sky, and the driver was already having his first pint. The horses smelled like they hadn’t been taken care of in days. This carriage was probably bound for the slave trade market, further north.

I flipped my cape around to hide the violet fabric and darted for the back of the carriage. No guards in sight, not yet. A few Marlenians strolled down the street but paid me no mind. Even so, I knew they’d squeal as soon as the guards showed up. A barred gate kept my people from escaping the carriage. As I approached, I counted at least twelve. Children cried for their mothers and fathers, while the older ones—some old enough to be Elders—slumped against the walls, defeated.

I couldn’t let them give up. I would not see my people enslaved.

The gate was locked, of course. I wished that I had the Elders’ magic. Then melting the lock would be easy.

“Look,” the woman whispered. “The Violet Fox.”

My face flushed as they all scurried to the back of the carriage. I had to focus. I didn’t look like a driver or a guard, so I’d have to hurry. I plucked a pin from my hair and worked the lock as a child wrapped his tiny fingers around the bar.

“Are you here to save us?”

“Yes,” I said.

The boy wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “I knew you were real. My brother Pat said you were just some story, but he works in the South caves, and he don’t know nothin’.”

I cracked a smile just as the lock snapped open. “There.” A carriage was heading towards us, and I could feel Marlenians watching from their windows. We had to hurry. “Everyone out. Quick.”

The Freetors tumbled out of the carriage as the driver emerged from the pub. One of the Marlenians watching from the window above, too frightened to say anything before, spoke up.

“The slaves! They are escaping!”

“They aren’t slaves anymore!” I shouted. “Freedom for all, under the sun!”

I took off down the street as the freed Freetors scattered. They’d have to find their own way back underground. I hoped that Laoise or one of the other runners would intercept them, because right now, I had to make sure I didn’t get caught.

Even so, I flipped my cloak again. The chase wouldn’t be any fun if they couldn’t spot me.

I headed for today’s safe point. Safe points were chosen by the Fighters each morning. The Fighters guarded these entrances extra carefully—you needed that day’s password to get back in. People who tried to enter the Freetor underground through a non-safe point entrance were treated as hostile. Bad news for the Marlenians trying to find us and for any uninformed Freetor stuck on the surface.

Today’s safe point was in the eastern district of the city, which was home to the less-than-wealthy merchants, the blacksmiths, the bakers, and other Marlenians who made their living with their hands. The houses were two or three storeys tall with brightly painted shutters. Some of them even had plants hanging from windowsill pots. My stomach grumbled. I was almost hungry enough to climb up and snatch some flower petals. The guards were still teeming behind me somewhere, but I slipped into the darkness of an alleyway. The stones were smooth and cool against my body and offered a momentary respite from the chase. I closed my eyes and counted the seconds. I was not safe, not yet, but each second I counted was one second that they did not have me.

He was a whisper of wind on my cheek. I knew he was beside me, but I chose to ignore him until he spoke.

“What were you doing? You could’ve gotten caught!” Rordan scolded.

“Did Laoise get away?” I asked.

“Yes, she’s safe, and so is everyone else. Now c’mon, let’s get back before you stir up any more trouble.”

Horses trotted down the road beside us. A carriage decorated in deep blues and purples and gold with a large royal crest on the door caught my attention. They swiftly passed, heading towards the castle. My eyes jumped to the stone wall running parallel to all Marlenian roads. There was a ladder lying against it, beckoning me.

“Kiera!” Rordan hissed. “That is the prince’s carriage. We have to leave!”

The prince’s carriage. I wouldn’t dare pass up the opportunity. I scampered towards the ladder.

“What are you doing?” Rordan shouted.

“There might be something valuable in there!” Something that we could sell or trade on the underground market for silver, or food. My mouth watered.

“I doubt it! Get back--”

He trailed off. Sounds of horses galloping on the gravel and angry guards fast approaching drove me to hurry up the rungs. I snuck a glance over my shoulder. Rordan had disappeared. Fine, if he wouldn’t help me, I’d do this myself, and he’d thank me later.

Guards piled into the alleyway, pointing at me and shouting my street name. They started up the ladder. With the Marlenian guards nipping at my heels, I gripped the wall and balanced myself. The wall was barely wider than my foot. On the other side of the wall, the carriage wheeled through the commotion. More guards and concerned citizens gathered. Up ahead was another street that crossed this one, where the wall turned.

It was a narrow window, but I had no choice. I concentrated on the moving carriage as I ran on top of the wall. There was a canopy beside the fork where the wall ended. Without a second thought, I leapt onto the canopy and bounced off, flying through the air and landing on top of the carriage just as it whisked by.

“Stop the carriage!” the guards shouted.

The carriage veered hard to the left. I grasped the gold trimming as my legs flew out from under me. A footman riding on the back drew his short sword. I dove into a summersault to avoid his sharp blade. While the footman struggled to catch me, I scrambled to the front. The driver looked up and saw me and tugged on the horses’ reins. It was too late. I jumped on top of him. I wasn’t heavy enough to throw him off. Instead, I tore off a piece of my cape and blindfolded him. While he tried to free his eyes, he released the reins. I grabbed them and whipped the horses. They rode faster. The driver pulled off his blindfold, and I drew my knife and held it to his neck.

“Help! Freetor!” he cried.

“Who is in this carriage?” I demanded.

“Prince Keegan and his servants.”

“What about supplies?”

“This is a transport carriage. There is nothing of value.”

I hated when Rordan was right. The driver reached for me, and I scratched his face. He yelped, and I pushed him off the carriage.

More galloping sounds came from behind. The guards were catching up. I tied the reins to the edge of the seat and climbed back on top of the carriage. Ten guards on horseback were chasing us. I waved. They spurred their horses to ride faster. I flopped down on my belly and peeked through the carriage window. A manservant gasped in surprise. Before he could draw a weapon, I rolled over and dove feet-first into the carriage.

I landed in between two servants. The prince faced me. I’d seen him a bunch of times in the square, but never this close up. My heart was pounding in my rib cage. He couldn’t have been much older than me. Curly black hair framed his face in an almost feminine way. I could smell the soap he had washed with. It almost drowned my own stench. Recognition and fear crossed his yellow-green eyes. At the same time, we drew knives and pointed them at each other.

“How dare you attack my carriage, Freetor,” the prince said. His voice was thick with the regional accent: long a’s and hard c’s.

I laughed. “You Marlenians like to pretend to be brave and dashing.” My knife toyed with a gold chain around his neck, but I had my eye on a shiny brooch over his left breast. “Really, you’re just scared meat hiding underneath silk and gold.”

“And you’re just a filthy Freetor playing dress-up!”

I pressed the knife against his neck and felt the cold blade of his knife dig into mine. All I had to do was press a little harder, and the prince of Marlenia would bleed like my people had bled and join them, rotting in the ground.

“It seems we are in a stalemate,” the prince said. “Release me and leave, and I will forget this ever happened.”

“Give me everything of value that you’re wearing, and I’ll consider it.”

“You’re in no position to bargain.”

The two servants leaned away from me and shared looks of extreme terror. Balled into fists, it seemed like they wanted to fight, but were too scared to move. I twisted the blade pointed at Prince Keegan’s neck. “Neither are you.”

The carriage slowed to a stop. The guards shouted outside. I looked to the window, knowing I only had seconds to escape.

“My family will eat tonight,” I said.

I released the knife from his neck. The prince followed suit. The carriage door opened, and an angry, sweaty guard appeared. Smiling at him, I grabbed the prince’s brooch and tore it off his jacket. The servants seized my legs as I reached for the opposite door. I kicked free but lost my balance, and the guard sliced my arm. The brooch flew out the window. I screamed and fell forward. My weight pushed the door open, and I landed in the dirt.

“Seize her!” the prince ordered.

I was dizzy with shock. Something dug into my side. Thinking it was a rock, I rolled to avoid it, but the gold glint in the sun caught my eye. With my good hand, I tucked the brooch into my pocket.

“Well, well, the Fox is at it again.”

Guards pulled me to my feet. I still had the mask around my eyes, but I doubted they would let me keep that for long. The prince stepped out of his carriage, and the guards parted to make way for him.

“Give it back, thief,” the prince said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The guard yanked my head backwards and held a knife to my throat. “Perhaps this will refresh your memory.”

“I wouldn’t try anything if I were you,” I said. “There’re a bunch of Freetors watching us right now with crossbows. If you so much as scratch me, they will open fire on your precious prince.”

The guards exchanged glances. I kept my expression blank. Of course there was no one waiting to rescue me. In the underground, everyone helped their neighbours get by if they were trouble. Even when I joined the Fighters, I took the vow to put my personal needs second to the needs of the Freetor people. On the surface, that vow didn’t always apply. It was every man for himself to avoid getting captured. Because getting captured meant death, or worse, torture. And giving up the names of our fellow Fighters and information about our safe points meant we’d all die. Heroics were something only Marlenian women read about in their weekly gossip stories. I prayed that the guards were ignorant of Freetor customs.

“If you return the brooch, we will let you go free,” the prince said.

I couldn’t help raising my eyebrows. Let me go free? The guards mirrored my reaction. Wasn’t I the most wanted Freetor on the streets? Wasn’t the price on my head enough to feed ten starving Freetor families for a year? As if to prove his good faith, the prince held out his hand. The guards loosened their grip on my head but still held my arms tightly.

My eyes darted back and forth between his open palm and his face. If I gave up the brooch, everyone within three caverns of mine would starve. But I would be free to steal again tomorrow. Unless the prince was lying. His eyes didn’t waver from mine. They were different from the guards’. Less hardened. Sheltered. Green, speckled with flecks of gold. My teeth gritted as I realized that he probably didn’t worry about where his next meal was coming from.

One of the guards holding my arms kicked me in the shins. I couldn’t hold back a scream.

“You have nothing to say to the prince?” the guard said. “She stares at you with such disrespect, Your Highness. I take it that she is declining your generous offer?”

“She was quite talkative in the carriage,” the prince remarked.

I ignored the pain in my leg. “This brooch, when sold, will feed twenty people, maybe more. I won’t give it up.”

“Any merchant showing sympathy to the Freetors is breaking the law. Perhaps you could enlighten us as to which merchants are helping you, and we might be lenient.”

Right. As if I would betray the few decent Marlenians sympathetic to our cause. All we wanted was to be free of Marlenian tyranny and have our own lands on the surface.

“I didn’t think she’d talk,” the guard said. “I would say that’s a no to your deal, Your Highness.”

“It would seem so,” the prince replied, heaving a heavy, sarcastic sigh. “Take her to the dungeons, then. I imagine she’ll feel right at home there, in the cold, damp underground.”

Marlenian dungeons hadn’t existed until fifty years ago. The prince’s grandfather—the previous Holy One—had decreed that if the Freetors wanted to hide in their filthy holes, he would dig one for them in the castle. The dungeons were said to be twice as deep as the Freetor caves and three times as cold. Light could not survive down there. It was also said that the whole underground was reinforced with half a league’s worth of stone, so a prisoner wouldn’t be able to dig himself out. No Freetor had ever lived to report what was really down there, and I certainly wasn’t going to volunteer for that mission.

I had another knife hidden in my boot. If I could only . . .

“Find the brooch,” the prince ordered.

Their hands slipped into my pockets, and out came the brooch. Twenty people’s meals in the centre of his palm. The guard handed it to his liege. My heart sank.

“Take her to the dungeons,” the prince said. “Alert the authorities and the business councils that we have apprehended the Violet Fox and that she will terrorize our streets no more.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” the guard to my right said as he tightened his grip on my arms.

I resisted. There was no way that I was going to live the rest of my life in a dark dungeon. If I was going to die, it would be with a knife in my hand and a smile on my face—and I’d take as many Marlenian guards as I could with me. The prince, too, if I could.

One of the guards slammed me in the stomach. I doubled over again, but this time I took advantage of the opportunity. Grabbing the knife from the hidden compartment in my boot, I whipped up with a steady swing and slashed Prince Keegan across the lips. Like two fat worms, they split in two and oozed red. He screamed and fell to his knees in agony. Part of me wanted to watch him suffer, as he had made my people suffer, but Rordan’s voice shouted from a distance, and it would be foolish not to heed his call. I slipped by the guards, rushing to help their prince, and followed my brother down a side street.

“You came back for me,” I remarked.

“You’re my sister,” was all he said.

The Marlenian side streets had only foot traffic, so it was easy to lose ourselves in the bustle. More people were out than usual buying things from vendors that were tucked away beside and inside the buildings. Probably because of some Marlenian holiday that I didn’t care about.

Rordan nodded to one of the vendors. Without looking down, he tilted his head to an alleyway off to the right. It wasn’t wide enough for the two of us to walk side by side, so we slid between buildings with our noses scraping the opposite brick wall until the alleyway widened enough to accommodate a wooden door beneath our feet.

My brother bent over and rapped on the trap door. He muttered the day’s password. After a few moments, the door popped open a crack. Two nervous eyes looked us over, and then two hands pushed the door open to its fullest. There was only enough room for one person to climb down at a time, and so I waited as Rordan slipped into the underground. Taking one last look at the sun as it shined precious rays into the small corner of Marlenia that I could tolerate, I gripped the ladder and descended into my home.

“Welcome back,” said a Fighter as we reached the bottom. Fighters were our version of Marlenian guards, but they did more than just protect the people. They made sure everyone had his or her share of rations and sometimes went on secret missions to the surface. That was why I had joined, at least. The Fighter gripped Rordan by the shoulder and smiled, and then nodded to me. “The goods you took were delivered to the Freetor families in need. Well done.”

“It was easy,” I replied.

I grinned, but inside I knew it wasn’t enough. Even if you combined the fruit and the bread I had taken, it would only feed about three Freetor families, if rationed correctly. I could’ve had the prince’s brooch. Another Freetor guard approached the first and whispered something into his ear. I took off my violet cape and rolled it up.

“Kiera,” said the second Fighter, “The Council of Elders has requested your presence in the Central Cavern.”

My eyes popped. My fingernails dug deep into the cape’s smelly fabric. Were they going to punish me for what I had done to the prince? Or reward me?

“Right now?” I asked.

The first Fighter nodded. “Immediately.”

Teaser:

“I was grateful for that. If you had said no, I would have been forced to ask Lady Rosalin or Lady Nimat. One is so tall that my head would be in her bosom, and the other is large enough that she would eat all of the castle’s stores, leaving us all starving. I’d be forced to steal my supper with the Freetors.”

I looked for the Advisor, but he had disappeared. What if he had gone to tell the Holy One that he thought I was a Freetor? Or worse—what if he were rounding up a special force right now to flood the room and arrest me?

I had to leave the ballroom.

“I have offended you again, haven’t I?”

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