Part 30 (1/2)

”Is that why you're fighting with them? Because of food?”

Mother sighs. ”If the Light witches refuse to work with us...” Her shoulders round forward and she reclines in her chair in a very un-Mother-like way. ”There are certain things Dark witches can't do well. Food production is one of them.”

As her words sink into my brain, things begin to make sense. A group of Light witches became upset over the continuing restrictions of the State. They respond by cutting off the one vital service they had almost complete control over: food. Now there's not enough and the Splinter group is using that to incite the general population.

”You brought me along to help with food production, didn't you?” I don't bother to hide my excitement. For the first time in weeks, something is going my way. Perhaps, if Mother sees firsthand how valuable my skills are, she'll let me stay.

I'll be far away from Beck. He'll be safer. And I can live the rest of my life, however long it may be, doing what I love.

”You are the one Dark witch who is talented in that area. Henry says you're the best.”

”But if I perform that type of magic, won't it give away the fact that I still have Beck's magic in me? Wasn't I supposed to kick it out after my birthday?”

”Everyone who matters knows your father was Light. Still, I've taken every precaution. The Ag Center is on lockdown and all communication is handled by our people. No one outside the center will know.”

”But I can't possibly make enough food for the entire Western Society by myself.” At Summer Hill, Henry and I had a hard time keeping three fields growing. The Ag Center is a hundred times that size.

”You can.”

My fingers ache from digging into my arms. ”No. This is ridiculous. You could get every one of those Light witches back if you'd stop persecuting them.”

”It's not that easy.”

I huff and she holds up her hand. ”We have no value to them beyond protecting our kind from humans. Do you understand? We rely on them to produce food and as our healers, and they need us for absolutely nothing. If they seize control of the State, I guarantee their first order of business would be to get rid of every Dark witch. And they'll try to turn our children Light. Trust me, I've seen it happen.”

I tilt my head and study her. ”Is that what happened to you? Did Henry's mother try to turn you Light?”

Mother's hands fly to her chest. ”How do you know about Livia?”

My tongue smarts under the pressure of my teeth. ”I found your journals.”

Mother closes her eyes. Her chest rises and falls slowly. ”She thought she could change me. That's what she wanted, to mute the magic of our family. And I tried, Love. Oh how I tried to be everything Livia wanted. But it was never enough.”

”So you killed her?” I ask.

”It was an accident. I hadn't been properly trained and Livia insisted I could be fixed. But one day, she pushed me too hard and my magic exploded. Unlike you, I didn't have anyone showing me how to control it. My father was never around and by the time I was old enough for the Dark teachers at school to take notice of me, it was too late.”

She reaches for my hand. To my surprise, there's no magic flowing between us. No attempt on her part to persuade me.

”I don't want that for you. I may not be the best teacher, having never had one myself, but I am trying, Love. And you are getting stronger.”

I lay my hand over hers. ”But that was Livia, not all the Light witches. Can't you try to work with them? There has to be a way to balance what both sides want.”

Mother scowls and yanks her hand away. ”I do not negotiate with terrorists.”

There's no crowd at the station to greet us. It's strangely...normal. Or as normal as it can be until people begin to realize who we are and openly stare.

Mother's guards and Annalise work the outer perimeter of the station while my other guards stay closer to Mother, Ryker, and me. Mother walks calmly, with confidence, across the platform. I hold my shoulders back and try to emulate her poise, but who am I kidding? I pale in comparison.

Every once in a while, Mother lifts her hand and waves to the crowd. But unlike in the past, no one shouts her name and the stares are more icy than welcoming. s.h.i.+vers explode in my heart and creep along my arms and legs.

Ryker nudges me gently with his elbow. ”Look at them.”

I knit my brows together and swing my head around the station trying to figure out who he means. My guards?

”The people. Look at them.”

Sun beats down on me and burns my skin. I lift my hand to s.h.i.+eld my eyes. The platform teams with people.

”They're starving, Lark. Can't you see it?”

My eyes focus on a small group near the toll takers. Most of them wear dull and ragged clothes two sizes too big. But that's impossible. Our clothes have smart fabric, every garment fits every body perfectly.

A small girl with hollowed out eyes stares at me and I'm suddenly conscious of my immaculate sundress and sandals. Her gaze lingers on my wristlet before settling on my face.

Without warning, she darts toward me. Oliver steps before her and grabs her by the arm. ”Ah, ah, ah, little Miss. Back you go.” He turns her around and gently shoves the girl in the direction of her group.

The station is dead silent.

”I'm hungry.” Her voice has a hard, brittle quality that should come out of a bitter old woman, not a child who can't be more than seven. ”Why don't we have food?”

There's a collective gasp from the crowd.

”Annalise,” Mother says softly. ”Take Lark and Ryker to the Agriculture Center. I'll continue to the Regional Office with my guards.”

Immediately, Annalise is at my side. ”I thought you were coming with me,” I say to Mother as Annalise and my other guards form a wall around me.

The crowd jostles us and Mother holds up her hands. ”Peace, good people. I'm here to address your concerns.” Even though she continues to smile, I sense fear rolling off her. Like a slowly deflating balloon, the crowd relaxes and Mother turns to me.

”I'm needed elsewhere.”

”Mother, I'd rather-”

She holds up her hand, cutting me off. ”Go, now, Love. I'll see you shortly.” She doesn't give me time to argue before she strides across the platform in the opposite direction of where Annalise guides me.

Scorching wind whips through the station. Overhead, clouds blow in, blotting out the relentless sun and the air crackles with electricity.

Oliver bends closer to me and whispers, ”Gather the magic closer to your heart and hold it there. It will give you better control.”

I want these people to leave.

The skies open and rain pelts us. The crowd scatters, taking shelter under meager over-hangings. With a satisfied grin, I nod at Oliver. ”Much better.”

Now that our path is clear, my group crosses the length of the platform and exits out onto an empty street.

Once outside, Kyra raises her eyebrows. ”Are you okay?”