Rise An Eve Novel

cans and one of the lanterns. Then she started out the back door, nodding for me to follow. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark. The gray sky shed a dull, uneven light through the woods, making it hard to see Maeve just a few steps ahead. She moved easily over the broken path, using the low tree limbs to help her along. She darted around to the small structure that stood a few yards into the forest. “Over here,” she said. A flashlight went on up ahead, the beam marking my way over the jagged stones.
    I recognized the shed from the months I’d spent living in her house. It was well hidden behind an overgrown hedge. Maeve pulled the door from its rusty hinges, then held the lantern up, gesturing me inside.
    The small room smelled of gasoline. I noticed the metal containers that lined the walls—the same ones I’d seen in the storehouse with the boys. Two motorbikes sat in the center, propped up on one leg, the sides showing little sign of rust. “We keep these in case of emergencies,” Maeve said. “It should be able to get you a few hundred miles, maybe more.”
    She rolled the bike forward, passing me the handlebars. The weight of the thing startled me. “Why are you going back?” she asked.
    “The colonies don’t have a chance unless they target the King directly,” I said, pushing the bike alongside me, until I was back outside. Maeve followed, bringing two of the smaller containers of gasoline. The flashlight beam fell on the dirt path. I could hardly see her in the dark. I could hear only the steady, quiet sound of her breathing. “Besides, he’s going to come for me eventually. Isis was right—he won’t stop until he finds me. Especially not now.”
    “What are you going to do?” she asked.
    I held tight to the bike, my hands slippery on the grips. I didn’t know if I could, or how, but the idea kept insisting itself. “I have to kill my father.”
    Her face softened as she gave me a resolute nod. “Good luck.”
    I met her eyes for a brief moment. “Thank you.” With that I turned, keeping the bike in front of me as I started back toward the main road.

twenty-seven
    “WHAT’S THE POINT IN GOING NOW?” CLARA ASKED, SETTING her hands on top of mine. Her palms were cold and damp, the feel of them startling me. “Their efforts are still focused inside the City. You still have a few months.”
    “What then?” I asked. “Am I supposed to wait until I have a child, then go into hiding? He can have me killed, but the thought of him taking her . . .”
    Beatrice sat on one arm of the couch. Whenever the girls came to the door she hurried them away, then resumed her position, legs crossed at the ankles, her head slightly turned as she listened.
    Clara rubbed her face with both hands. “We won’t let him take her,” she said. “You’re better off here. What are you going to do? Go back to the Palace and threaten him? Even if you do make it there, every soldier knows who you are—they know what you’ve done.”
    I turned, studying the side of Beatrice’s face. She was silent. Behind her, Quinn and Ruby sat at the kitchen table. Ruby’s eyes were red and watery, her fingers carefully pulling threads from a tattered napkin. “You know him, Beatrice, you’ve seen it,” I said. “As soon as he can, he’ll bring me back to the City.”
    “Then we’ll come with you,” Quinn said. “If you have to do this, let us help.”
    I stared at the pack beside my feet. Maeve had given me the bulk of the supplies, showing me how to steer the bike, how to load it so the weight was even on both sides. Out of all the women in the settlement, she’d been the least resistant to my leaving, and that felt like a subtle confirmation I was right. However dangerous it was, if I didn’t return to the City now. He would come for me later—when I had a child who depended on me. When I was no longer alone.
    I sat back, letting my hand fall to my stomach, imagining just what my mother had felt for me. How many times had she told me she loved me in those letters, in the way she combed my hair, carefully pinning each tiny curl back behind my ears? She had let me go, pressing me into the arms of a stranger, sending me away so I had a chance. But I was only beginning to know it now, in the midst of my own pregnancy, to understand what she’d felt. How all-consuming it was to love someone like this. Soon there would be this other person to protect. How could I bring her into this world,