Chapter Seventy-Four

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The bag over my head made me completely blind.

It didn't matter that I still had the rest of my senses. None of them mattered when I was walking through an icy wilderness. Only my sight would be able to tell me where I was going. And I didn't have that.

I wasn't sure where I was.

All I knew was that the bag had had some kind of sedative in it, that messed with my thoughts and motivations to the point where I was weak and whoever it was that was leading me, easily overpowered me. They'd zip-tied my wrists together and pulled me along through snow until the snow was replaced by something harder and more durable. That's where we'd stopped.

That's where we were now.

The bag was still on my head, but I was sitting on the wooden floor of a room. I could hear the footsteps of whoever it was that had taken me, pass back and forth. It seemed like wherever we were had to be a small space.

I wanted to see. I wanted to know what was going on. And most of all, I wanted to know who'd somehow attacked me without me expecting it. It couldn't have been a soldier from the Equator. They would have killed me by now, and wouldn't bother to drag me somewhere else with a bag over my head. At least that's what I thought.

They'd been trying to kill me before. Why would that suddenly change?

Suddenly, I heard the footsteps near me. I froze up, scared of what was about to happen. But in an instant, the bag on my head was off, and I could see that there wasn't a gun against my head.

I looked up immediately.

I was faced with a figure wearing a black mask so I couldn't see their face, but I could see their eyes. They were the eyes of the person I'd seen in the alley when we were back in the complex.

It was the person who'd been trying to kill me ever sense I first joined the Snow Society.

I didn't know how to react. I wanted to get up and escape, but my hands were tied and I still felt drowsy from whatever he'd put in the bag. Looking towards the other side of the room, I noticed a door, and my bag sitting next to it.

The person seemed to read my train of thought and quickly stepped in front of my view of the only escape. "You're not leaving," the voice said, and as it had been for the previous times, the voice was so muffled that even if I knew the person, I wouldn't recognize it. And now that I really thought about it, I had to have known the person.

The group of people it could be had been narrowed down to those who'd been with me in the cabin. That's the only way whoever this was had been able to immediately attack me once I left.

I wondered if anyone else saw. A spark of hope ignited in me. If Asten had been looking out the window, maybe he'd followed whoever this was. Maybe he was outside, waiting for the right moment to open the door so I could run out with him.

It was stupid to hope.

"Who are you?" I asked, assuming they wouldn't answer. It was the first question on my mind.

The figure didn't answer, they just walked away, out of my field of vision. I turned around and watched them go towards a counter that was pressed against the wooden wall. It was also made of wood, and the only thing on it was a light metal bottle. They grabbed the bottle and tipped it into their mouth.

Once they were finished, they began talking. "You ask too many questions. Be thankful you're not dead." The more I listened to their voice, the more I began to realize it sounded more masculine. I couldn't be certain, but it was likely that the person was male.

That eliminated January and Jadyn as possible suspects.

I didn't want to think about who that left me with.

"What do you mean?" At this point, I was more focused on trying to get him to talk more. I needed to recognize his voice. If I found out who he was, I could use it against him.

"It's complicated."

"Do you work for the Equator?"

This time he paused before answering.


"Is that why you tried killing me?" I was starting to become less focused on my original task of figuring out who it was, and more focused on actually understanding why I was tied up. I was surprised he was answering at all.

"Mostly...I've always worked with them. They give me orders, and I follow them. They ordered me to kill you, so I did."

He was being unnaturally helpful, and it was starting to bother me. But while I had the opportunity, I would use it to my advantage. "Why does the Equator want to kill me? And why did they let me in the complex if they just wanted me dead? How'd they even know enough about me before that to care?"

He rubbed his temples, obviously annoyed by my excessive questions. I didn't care. It wasn't like I was trying to make friends.

"They knew about you from me. I'm not just an assassin. I'm a spy. I told them. They see you as a threat to the perfect system they've created. They wanted you dead. You should be grateful because I convinced them to at least try accepting you into their boundaries, to see if you'd assimilate. You failed. Then they told me to kill you again while you were in their boundaries. They needed to find a good reason for your death, though, since they knew it would be...questionable, if you just disappeared. You're welcome for the chance." I could tell that he was more than annoyed. I was shocked. I didn't get why he would even care enough to give me a chance to survive when the rest of the time he'd just been trying to kill me.

I wasn't done asking yet. I still had one last question. "Why are you telling me all of this?" I asked quietly.

The boy looked at me straight in the eyes, and I could see the hardness in his expression. "Because you'll be dead by morning."

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