Finally my foot touches wood and I stop. I drop to a crouch and sweep away the dust and dirt on the door I know is beneath me as best I can, feeling around for the cold metal handle. It appears under my hand and I turn it only to find it rusted shut. I have to throw all my body weight against it to turn it a quarter of the way. I turn it again and again, until my arms burn, and the door inches open wide enough for me to slip through.

“Hello?” I whisper into the darkness below.

If I remember correctly, it’s a ten-foot drop to the stone floor of the cellar, and with my bare feet I can’t possibly make it without help.

The sound of shuffling footsteps moving closer.

“Are you alone?” he whispers up to me in Astrean. It takes a few seconds for the words to register.

I have to translate my response in my mind before I say it, hating myself as I do. Even my thoughts are Kalovaxian now.

“Are you?” I ask.

“No, I thought I’d bring a few guards and the Kaiser along.”

I freeze, though I’m fairly sure he’s joking. He must hear my hesitance, because he sighs impatiently.

“I’m alone. Jump and I’ll catch you.”

“I’m not six years old anymore, Blaise. I’m a good deal heavier,” I warn.

“And I’m a good deal stronger,” he answers. “Five years in the Earth Mine will do that.”

I can’t manage a reply. Five years enslaved in a mine, five years that close to the raw power of the earth goddess, Glaidi. No wonder he looked so haunted. My decade in the palace has been a nightmare, but it doesn’t compare to even half that time in a place like that. Once, those mines were holy places, but I can’t help but feel the gods abandoned us during the siege.

“You were in the mines?” I whisper, though I don’t know why I’m surprised. Most Astreans were sent to the mines. But if Blaise was there for five years and didn’t go mad, he’s stronger than the boy I remember him being. I doubt he can say the same of me.

“Yes,” he says. “Now hurry up and jump, Theo. We don’t have much time.”

Theo.

Theodosia.

I ignore the nagging urge to turn back, and I slide through the hole legs first. For less than a second, I fall freely before Blaise’s arms come under me, one beneath my knees and the other at my back. He sets me down immediately.

It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the dark, but as they do, his face comes into focus. Unlike in the banquet hall, I can truly look at him now without any consequences. His face is long, the way his father’s was, but with dark green eyes he inherited from his mother. There is nothing on his bones but hard muscle and ashen olive skin. A long, pale scar cuts from his left temple to the corner of his mouth, and I shudder to imagine what could have caused it. He always dwarfed me by a few inches, but now I have to look up to catch his eyes—there’s nearly a foot of difference between us, never mind the broadness of his shoulders.

“Ampelio is dead,” I tell him when I finally form words.

The muscle in his jaw jumps and his eyes dart away from me. “I know,” he says. “I heard you killed him.”

The bite in his voice makes my breath hitch.

“He asked me to,” I say quietly. “He knew if I didn’t, the Kaiser would have had someone else do it and then my own life would have been forfeit as well. Now the Kaiser believes I am loyal to him above my own people.”

“Are you?” he asks. His eyes are locked on mine, searching them for the truth.

“Of course not,” I say, but my voice wavers. It’s the truth, I know it is, but just saying it is enough for me to remember the Theyn’s whip biting into my skin, the Kaiser’s cruel eyes on me, reveling in my pain every time he so much as suspected my loyalty to him wasn’t bound in iron.

Blaise stares at me for a long moment, sizing me up. Even before he speaks, I know I’ve been found wanting.

“Who are you?” he asks me.

The question is a wasp sting.

“You’re the one who wanted to meet me here, who risked both of our lives in the process. Who are you?” I reply.

He doesn’t flinch, instead keeping his gaze trained on me in a way that feels like he’s reading me down to my bones.

“I’m the one who’s going to get you out of here.”

He says it so gravely, but it sends a wave of relief through me. I’ve been waiting for a decade to hear those words, for a glimpse of freedom. I never thought it would come like this. But shiny as this new hope is, I can’t bring myself to trust it.

“Why now?” I ask him.

His eyes finally drop from mine. “I promised Ampelio that if anything happened to him, I would do whatever it took to save you.”

My chest feels hollow. “You were working with him,” I say. I had already figured as much, but hearing him say his name still hurts.

Blaise nods. “Ever since he rescued me from the Earth Mine three years ago,” he says.

That hurts worse. I know that Blaise’s life in the mine was much more painful than my life here is. Still, while I was waiting for Ampelio to save me, he saved Blaise instead, and I can’t deny the way that digs under my skin.

“What happened to the serving girl at the banquet?” I ask, ignoring the feeling and focusing on something else. “Is she…”

I can’t say the words, but I don’t need to. He shakes his head, though his eyes are still far away. “Marina is…a favorite of the guards. They won’t kill her. It’s why she volunteered. She’ll meet us on the ship.”

“The ship?” I ask.

“Dragonsbane’s ship,” he says, naming the best known of the Astrean pirates. His actions are responsible for more than a few of the scars on my back. Blaise must see my confusion, because he sighs. “It’s hidden about a mile up the coast from here, in a cove just past the forest of cypress trees.”

I have a vague idea of the area he’s talking about, though I haven’t left the capital since the siege. I can see the tops of the tall cypresses from Cress’s window. Still, I don’t want to let myself believe what he’s saying until he says the words.

“We’re getting you out. Tonight,” he says, and everything in me uncoils.

Out. Tonight. I didn’t allow myself to think about that possibility when I came down here; didn’t allow myself even a glimmer of hope that tonight would end with me being free from the Kaiser’s hold. But now I do. Freedom is close enough to touch, but the thought terrifies me as much as it excites me. I’ve been close to freedom before, after all, and it hurts so much when it’s yanked away again.