“Nina!” I shouted, yanking against the chain. “Over here!”

Instead of running toward us, she froze in fear, her eyes wide as she stared at us. As she stared at me.

“Please don’t,” she cried as tears streamed down her face. “I’ll do anything.”

For a moment our eyes locked, and all the air left my lungs. Desperation and fear were written all over her face, and she clung to the tree beside her as if it would protect her.

I didn’t understand. Why wasn’t she coming toward us?

“Lila,” she choked. “Please.”

“Nina,” I said, stretching my free hand out toward her. “It’s safe up here, come on—”

“Keep watching, Lila,” said Daxton as he aimed. “I want you to remember this moment.”

“But—”

And then it dawned on me.

I launched myself toward Daxton, but the cuff bit into my skin and nearly wrenched my shoulder out of place. “Stop!” I cried. “She’s—”

Bang.

The tree behind her splattered red with blood, and Nina crumpled to the ground.

She was dead.

“Got it,” he said, smirking as he started to reload. The world spun around me, and I leaned over the railing and retched.

“Welcome,” said Daxton, “to Elsewhere.”

VII

Trust

Time seemed to slow down as the platform raced through the forest, away from Nina’s dead body.

She was gone. Nina was gone, and it was my fault. Her being here today, Daxton killing her—

I couldn’t breathe. The trees felt as if they were closing in around us, slowly suffocating me as reality set in.

Nina was dead. She was really dead.

The only thing that kept me from kicking the life out of Daxton was what Celia had told me that morning. If I upset him, I would become one of them for sure, no matter who I looked like. And it wouldn’t change anything anyway.

I buried my face in my free hand and sobbed. Celia had known this was going to happen. Maybe she’d even known about Nina. She’d known, and she hadn’t warned me. She really was no better than Daxton.

For the rest of the afternoon I sat on the edge of the platform, closed my eyes, and tried to ignore the shots from the rifle and the howls of joy that followed. I tried not to picture their faces. I tried to forget watching Nina die and not think about what she could’ve possibly done to wind up here—what any of them could have done. Steal an orange, maybe, except they hadn’t been lucky enough to have Lila’s eyes and get away with it.

Daxton unshackled me before we returned to the lodge, a rustic building full of overstuffed armchairs and trophies in cases. I didn’t wait for him to show me around. The moment I spotted the door, I headed outside and back to the plane. Daxton didn’t stop me, and as soon as I was alone in the jet, I went into the bathroom and was sick.

This was Elsewhere. All those elderly people, all the criminals, all the people who weren’t smart enough to meet the standards of the government—this was their fate, to be sent Elsewhere and hunted like animals.

Lying there on the cool tile floor, I wondered how many people knew about this place and had never said anything. Lila had been here, and Celia knew, as well. This was why she’d wanted me to go, I realized. This was why she’d wanted me to think about her offer before I answered—so I would see this and understand exactly how twisted Daxton was.

It wasn’t only Daxton, though. It was Minister Bradley, too, and Minister Creed. Every minister, as far as I knew—would Knox one day stand on the same platform and hunt people whose only crime had been to speak their mind or steal a pair of shoes when theirs fell apart? Had he done so already?

No. I refused to believe he could have gone along with this. If he hunted, Daxton would have invited him along. Besides, Knox had been there when I’d watched Lila’s speeches. He was as much a part of that as Celia.

But how many children of ministers changed their tune once they had power? How many stopped caring when they no longer had to worry about becoming one of the hunted?

By the time Daxton returned, I was curled up in the armchair in front of the fire, shivering despite my layers of fur. He said nothing as the jet took off, and it wasn’t until we were well on our way that he settled into the seat next to mine.

“How did you get a III?”

The sound of his voice made my stomach churn again, but there wasn’t anything left to come up. I stared resolutely at the fire.

“You seem too clever for it,” he continued. “I was sure Mother would make us wait another few weeks for you to get more practice, but you’re perfect as Lila. No one there suspected a thing. Did you throw the aptitude test on purpose?”

I shook my head, dumbfounded. “Do you not get how important that test is to your people? Do you really think someone would ever purposely fail?”

Daxton drummed his fingers against the arm of his chair, perfectly calm. “Then what was it?”

“I ran out of time,” I said through gritted teeth. If Celia and Knox hadn’t told him I couldn’t read, I wasn’t about to give him something else to hold over my head. “I had to leave a third of it blank.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You left a third of it blank and still received a III?”

My nails dug into the soft leather of the chair. “You want to talk about my test when you just killed the only mother I’ve ever had?”

“You have Celia now,” he said. “You are in need of a mother, and she is in need of a daughter. It’s a perfect fit.”

“What about the other people you killed? What about their mothers and daughters?”

“They were criminals,” he said. “Ones who were warned ahead of time what the penalty of their crimes would be.”

“What did they do? Steal a bit of food? Talk back to a Shield? What did Nina do to deserve to die?”

“She hid you,” said Daxton, and he might as well have punched me in the gut. “You think I don’t know about that? I know about everything, Kitty, and you would be wise never to forget that.”

I struggled for air, and the walls of the plane pressed in on me like the trees had done in the forest. It really was my fault. All she’d done was try to protect me, and she’d died for it.

Oh God. Benjy.

“Did you know,” said Daxton as he folded his hands and studied me, “that if we did not punish every criminal, there wouldn’t be enough to feed everyone?”

“Then why don’t you sell the damn jet and buy more food?” I choked, my eyes watering with anger. What if Benjy was there, too? Had he been one of the others Daxton had killed?

He shook his head. “You don’t understand. Shortly after my grandfather was elected into office, our economy collapsed, and everyone was destitute—no one had enough, and people were starving. The country had—still has—a finite number of resources. There is only so much food and drinking water. There are only so many teachers, so many doctors, and so many scientists. The mediocre and the dim vastly outnumber the intelligent, and it has been that way for far too long. We outgrew ourselves. Our economy suffered, and so did our people. Crime was astronomical, and no one had any hope of a better life. That is why he helped turn the ruins of the United States into the shining beacon it is today.”

“At least then you didn’t get shot for stepping out of line,” I spat.

“At least now you have enough food to eat,” he said. “At least now you can sleep safe in your bed and not fear your neighbors ransacking your home and murdering your entire family.”

“Why would I fear my neighbors when my government does it for them?”

Daxton took a deep breath. “I did not make the laws. My grandfather did, and he did so with the welfare of the entire country in mind. Without Elsewhere, the overpopulation would be so bad that we would still be where we were seventy-one years ago—too many mouths, too little food, and no one had enough. There was no clean water. The currency was useless, and everyone had to fend for themselves. Do you understand what kind of chaos that brings?”