Once An Eve Novel

voice was unsteady. “He acted as my guide over the mountain.”
    He narrowed his eyes at me. “I don’t care what he told you, Genevieve. Strays can be incredibly manipulative. They’re known for taking advantage of people in the wild.” He pointed out over the horizon, to where the mountains touched the sky. “There’s a whole ring of them who trade women just like you. Any girl they can find.”
    I wiped the sweat from my forehead, remembering Fletcher, that truck, the metal bars that seared my skin. There was truth to what he said, but if it hadn’t been for the King none of us would’ve been on the run in the first place. There would’ve been nothing to escape from. “Is that any better than what you’ve done? What’s the alternative? Fill our heads with lies and send us off to some building to have children we’ll never see grow up, never get to hold or feed or love?”
    “I made choices,” he said, his face suddenly flushed. He glanced back at the building, looking at the soldiers stationed at the metal scopes. Then he resumed, his voice much lower than before. “You’ve seen only a fraction of this world, and yet you stand in judgment. I was the one who made the difficult decisions.” He pressed his finger to his chest. “You don’t understand, Genevieve. The Strays who live in the wild, even some people inside these walls, they speak about what I haven’t done. What I could’ve done, how dare I choose this or that for the people of The New America. But this world is not the same anymore. Riots broke out everywhere. The Northwest was threatened with floods. Hundreds of acres in the South went up in flames. Those who did survive the plague died when the fires ripped through. They say they wanted choices—but there were no choices. I did what I had to do so people could survive.”
    He guided me to the edge of the platform, the wind whipping through our hair. “We discovered we could use the Hoover Dam and Lake Mead in the restoration. We had to protect ourselves from other recovering countries that might see us as vulnerable. We made the decision to rebuild here, using power from the dam.” He pointed beyond the main strip. “A hospital was restored within the first two years. A school, three office buildings, and enough housing for a hundred thousand people. The hotels were converted into apartments. The golf courses were turned into vegetable gardens, three factory farms went up the following year. People no longer have to worry about animal attacks or gang raids. If anyone wants to attack the City, they’ll have to trek through the desert for days, then get past the wall. And every day, improvements are being made. Charles Harris, our Head of Development, has been restoring restaurants and shops and museums, bringing all the life back to this country.”
    I stepped away from him. It didn’t matter how much good he’d done or how many buildings had risen from the dust. His men were the same men who’d hunted me.
    “We were able to restore an oil well and refinery.” He followed me, leaning down to look into my face. “Do you have any idea what that means?”
    “And who works at these refineries?” I shot back, thinking of Caleb and all the boys in the dugout. “Who did the construction on those hotels? You’ve been using slaves.”
    The King shook his head. “They’ve been given housing and food in exchange for their work. Do you think anyone would’ve taken those children into their homes? People could barely feed their own families. We’ve given them a purpose, a place in history. There’s no progress without sacrifice.”
    “Why do you get to decide who to sacrifice? No one gave my friends a choice.”
    He leaned in so close I could see the flecks of blue inside his gray irises. “The race is on now. Nearly every country in the world was affected by the plague, and they’re all trying to rebuild and recover as quickly as possible. Everyone’s wondering who will be the next superpower.” He kept staring at me, refusing to look away. “I decide because this country’s future—because our lives—depend on it.”
    “There had to have been another way,” I tried. “You forced everyone—”
    “People weren’t having children after the plague,” he said, a low laugh escaping his lips. “I could’ve spoken about the population decline, statistics, appealed to their reason, offered incentives. No one wanted to raise a child in this world. People were