yeah-what a story, indeed.

"day?" tess says from behind the door. "are you in there? razor wants to talk to you." oh, right. she's still out there, calling for me.

"yeah, you can come in," i reply.

tess pokes her head inside. "hey," she says. "how long have you been in here?"

be good to her, kaede had told me. you two match. i shoot tess a small smile in greeting. "no idea," i reply. "i was getting some rest. couple hours, maybe?"

"razor's asking for you out in the main room. they're running a live feed of june. i thought you might be-"

live feed? she must have made it. she's still okay. i jump to my feet. finally, an update on june-the thought of seeing her again, even if it's on a grainy security cam, makes me dizzy with anticipation. "i'll be right out."

as we head down the short hall toward the main room, a number of other patriots greet tess. she smiles each time, exchanging gentle jokes and laughs as if she's known them forever. two boys give her good-natured pats on her shoulder.

"hurry the hell up, kids. don't wanna keep razor waiting." we both turn to see kaede jog past us in the direction of the main room. she pauses to swing one arm around tess's neck, then ruffles her hair lovingly and plants a playful kiss on her cheek. "i swear-you're the slowest of the bunch, sweetheart."

tess laughs and shoves her off. kaede winks back before picking up her pace, disappearing around the corner into the main room. i look on, a little surprised at kaede's display of affection. not something i'd expect from her. i'd never thought about it before, but now i realize just how good tess is at forming new bonds-i sense the patriots' ease around her, the same ease i'd always felt with her on the streets. that's her strength, no doubt. she heals. she's comforting.

then baxter passes us. tess turns her eyes downward as he brushes her arm, and i notice him give her a brief nod before glaring at me. when he's out of earshot, i lean over to tess. "what's his deal?" i whisper.

she just shrugs and brushes my arm with her hand. "don't mind him," she replies, repeating what kaede had said back when i first arrived at the tunnel. "he has mood swings."

tell me about it, i think darkly. "if he gives you a hard time, let me know," i mutter.

tess shrugs again. "it's okay, day. i can handle him."

i suddenly feel a little stupid, offering my help like an arrogant knight in shining armor when tess probably has dozens of new friends eager to help her out. when she can help herself.

by the time we've made it out to the main room, a small crowd has gathered in front of one of the larger wall screens, where a tape of security cam footage is playing. razor is near the front of the crowd with his arms casually crossed, while pascao and kaede stand beside him. they see me and motion me over.

"day," razor says, clapping me on the shoulder. kaede gives me a quick nod in greeting. "good to see you here. are you okay? i heard you've been a little down this morning."

his concern's actually kinda nice-it reminds me of the way my father used to talk to me. "i'm fine," i reply. "just tired from the trip."

"understandable. it was a stressful flight." he gestures up to the screen. "our hackers got us footage of june. the audio's separated out, but you'll get to hear it soon enough. i thought you'd want to see the video regardless."

my eyes are glued to the screen. the images are crisp and colorful, as if we're hovering right there in the corner of the room. i see an ornate dining chamber with an elegantly decorated dinner table and soldiers lining the walls. the young elector is seated at one end of the table. june sits at the other, wearing a gorgeous dress that makes my heartbeat speed up. when i'd been the republic's prisoner, they'd beaten me to a pulp and thrown me in a dirty cell. june's incarceration seems more like a vacation. i'm relieved for her, but at the same time, i'm a little bitter. even after betraying the republic, people with june's pedigree get to coast, while people like me suffer.

everyone watches me watching june. "glad she's doing good," i say to the screen. already i'm disgusted with myself for dwelling on such mean thoughts.

"clever of her to start talking to the elector about their college years at drake," razor says, summarizing the audio as the video plays. "she planted the story. they're going to have her take a lie detector test next, i'd imagine, and we'll have a straight path to anden if she's good enough to pass it. our next phase tomorrow night should run smoothly."

if she's good enough to pass it. an early bond. "good," i reply, trying not to let my face betray my thoughts. but as the footage continues, and i see anden order the soldiers out of the chamber, i feel a knot tighten in my throat. this guy's all sophistication, power, and authority. he leans close to say something to june, and they laugh and drink champagne. i can picture them together. they match.

"she is doing a good job," tess says, tucking her hair behind her ears. "the elector's completely into her."

i want to dispute this, but pascao chimes in brightly. "tess's totally right-see that glow in his eyes? that's a man won over right there, i can tell you that. he's head over heels for our girl. she'll have him completely hooked in a couple days."

razor nods, but his enthusiasm is more subdued. "true," he says. "but we'll need to make sure anden doesn't get into june's head too. he's a born politician. i'll find a way to have a word with june."

i'm glad that razor speaks sense and caution during a time like this, but i have to turn away from the screen now. i never considered the idea that he might be able to get into june's head.

everyone's comments fade as i stop listening. tess is right, of course; i can see the desire on the elector's face. he gets up now and walks to where june sits shackled to the chair, then leans in close to talk to her. i wince. how could anyone resist june? she's perfect in too many ways. then i realize that i'm not upset over anden's attraction to her-he's gonna be dead soon anyway, right? what makes me sick is that june doesn't look like she's faking her laughter in this video. she almost seems to be having a good time. she's on par with men like him: aristocrats. made for the republic's upper-class life. how can she ever be happy with someone like me, someone with nothing but a handful of paper clips in his pockets? i turn and start to walk away from the crowd. i've seen all i want to see.

"wait up!"

i look over my shoulder to see tess hurrying after me, her hair flying into her face. she skids into step beside me. "are you okay?" she asks, studying my expression as we head back down the hall toward my room.

"i'll be fine," i reply. "why shouldn't i be? everything's going just . . . perfectly." i give her a tense smile.

"okay. i know. i just want to make sure." tess gives me a dimpled grin, and i soften toward her again.

"i'm fine, cousin. seriously. you're safe, i'm safe, the patriots are on track, and they'll help me find eden. that's all i can ask for."

tess brightens at my words, and her lips curl up into a teasing smirk. "there's been some gossip about you, you know."

i lift my eyebrows playfully. "oh, really? what kind of gossip?"

"rumors that you're alive and well are spreading like wildfire-it's all anyone's talking about. your name's spray-painted on walls all over the country, even over the elector's portraits in some places. can you believe that? protests are popping up everywhere. they're all chanting your name." tess's energy wanes some. "even the quarantined folks in los angeles. i guess the whole city's under quarantine now."

"they've sealed los angeles?" this takes me aback. we'd learned about the gem sectors being fenced off, but i've never heard of such a large-scale quarantine. "what for? the plagues?"

"not for the plagues." tess's eyes get wider with excitement. "for riots. the republic's broadcasting it officially as a plague quarantine, but the truth is that the whole city's rebelling against the new elector. rumors are spreading that the elector is hunting you down with everything he's got, and some patriots are telling people that anden was the one who ordered-er, who ordered your family's . . ." tess hesitates, turning bright red. "anyway, the patriots are trying to make anden sound bad, worse than his father. razor says the la protests are a great opportunity for us. the capital has had to call in thousands of extra troops."

"a great opportunity," i echo, remembering how the republic had put down the last protest in los angeles.

"yep, and it's all thanks to you, day. you triggered it-or, at least, the rumor that you're alive did. they're inspired by your escape, and pissed about how you're being treated. you're the one thing the republic can't seem to control. everybody's looking to you, day. they're waiting for your next move."

i swallow, not daring to believe it. that can't be possible-the republic would never let rebellions get that far out of control in one of the country's biggest cities. would they? are the people actually overwhelming the local military there? and are they rebelling because of me? they're waiting for your next move. but hell if i even know what that's supposed to be. i'm just trying to find my brother-that's it, that's all. i shake my head, forcing down a sudden tide of fear. i'd wanted the power to fight back, yeah? that's what i was trying to do for all these years, wasn't i? now they're handing the power to me . . . but i don't know what to do with it. "yeah, right," i manage to reply. "are you kidding me? i'm just a street con from la."

"yeah. a famous one." tess's infectious smile instantly lightens my mood. she nudges me in the arm as we reach the door to my room. we step inside. "come on, day. don't you remember why the patriots agreed to recruit you in the first place? razor said you could become as powerful as the new elector himself. everybody in the country knows who you are. and most of them actually like you. something to be proud of, yeah?"

i just walk over to my bed and sit down. i don't even notice right away that tess seats herself beside me.

she sobers at my silence. "you really care about this one, don't you?" she says, smoothing the covers over the bed with one hand. "she's not like the girls you used to fool around with in lake."

"what?" i reply, confused for a second. tess thinks i'm still brooding about anden's infatuation with june. tess's own cheeks are turning pink now, and i suddenly feel uncomfortably warm sitting alone with her, her big eyes fixed on me, her crush unmistakable. i've always been smooth at handling girls who've liked me, but they were strangers. girls who'd pass in and out of my life without consequence. tess is different. i don't know what to do with the idea that we could be more than friends. "well, what do you want me to say?" i ask. i want to hit myself as soon as it comes out of my mouth.