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I shuddered. I hoped that Baghra had escaped, but I knew it was unlikely.
What price had the Darkling exacted for her betrayal?
I bit my lip, hesitating, and then decided to take what might be my only
chance. “Genya, if I could get word to the King. I’m sure he doesn’t know what
the Darkling is planning. He—”
“Alina,” Genya interrupted, “the King has taken ill. The Apparat is ruling in
his stead.”
My heart sank. I remembered what the Darkling had said the day that I’d met
the Apparat: He has his uses.
And yet, the priest hadn’t just spoken of toppling Kings, but Darklings as
well. Had he been trying to warn me? If only I’d been less fearful. If only I’d
been more willing to listen. More regrets to add to my long list. I didn’t know if
the Apparat was truly loyal to the Darkling or if he might be playing a deeper
game. And now there was no way to find out.
The hope that the King might have the desire or will to oppose the Darkling
had been a slim one, but it had given me something to hold on to over the last
few days. Now that hope was undone too. “What about the Queen?” I asked with
faint optimism.
A fierce little smile passed over Genya’s lips. “The Queen is confined to her
quarters. For her own safety, of course. Contagion, you know.”
That was when I realised what Genya was wearing. I’d been so surprised to
see her, so caught up in my own thoughts, that I hadn’t really taken it in. Genya
was wearing red. Corporalki red. Her cuffs were embroidered with blue, a
combination I had never seen before.
A chill slid up my spine. What role had Genya played in the King’s sudden
illness? What had she traded to wear full Grisha colours?
“I see,” I said quietly.
“I did try to warn you,” she said with some sadness.
“And you know what the Darkling plans to do?”
“There are rumours,” she said uncomfortably.
“They’re all true.”
“Then it has to be done.”
I stared at her. After a moment, she looked down at her lap. Her fingers
pleated and unpleated the folds of her kefta. “David feels terrible,” she
whispered. “He thinks he’s destroyed all of Ravka.”
“It’s not his fault,” I said with an empty laugh. “We all did our part to bring
about the end of the world.”
Genya looked up sharply. “You don’t really believe that.” Distress was
written on her face. Was there a warning there as well?