She closed her eyes, and suddenly I felt like an intruder on a private conversation. I glanced at the door, wishing Knox wasn’t leaning up against it so I could slip out, but he probably wouldn’t let me anyhow.

“All right,” she said. “I’ll do it—for Greyson, not for either of you.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” I said, and she gave me a strange look.

“Why do you care?”

“Because he’s my friend,” I said. “And I really don’t want to be prime minister.”

“No one does except Daxton.” She looked at Knox. “He doesn’t know you know, does he?”

Knox shook his head, and I frowned. “He doesn’t know you know what?” I said.

To my surprise, Lila grinned viciously. “You want to know the real reason why Daxton wanted me dead?”

“Because he tried to sleep with you and you didn’t want to?” I said, and that wiped the smile right off her face.

“How do you know about that?”

“He tried the same thing on me. Said you refused him, too.”

Her mouth twisted into a dangerous smirk. “Yeah, well, turns out that Daxton isn’t really Daxton after all.”

She watched me, as if she expected me to faint at what she clearly thought was an earth-shattering revelation, but I shrugged. “Yeah, he’s a V. I know that already.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Knox! You told her?”

“Of course not,” he said, uncrossing his arms and straightening. “How the hell did you find out?”

“I felt it on the back of his neck,” I said. “You know, too?”

“I felt it when he went after me,” said Lila. “I mean, my uncle was rotten, but he’d never do that, you know? The next day, Knox told me Daxton’s replacement was going to have me killed. If you know, too, then how are you still alive?”

I shrugged. “Because I stuck a syringe in his neck and tried to kill him.”

“Ah, so you’re the reason he’s in a coma instead of a coffin.”

I bristled. “Does anyone else know who he really is? Celia? Greyson?”

“Just Augusta, as far as we can tell,” said Knox.

“Why not let them know?” I said.

“Because Greyson’s lost enough family already, and Celia’s too much of a loose cannon right now. There’s no telling what she would do if she knew.” Knox set his hand on the door. “Come on, both of you. If we’re going to do this, we need to do it quickly.”

Lila slipped on a pair of shoes and snatched a leather jacket hanging from a hook. “It’s Kitty, right? He’s going to kill you when he wakes up.”

“Then I guess I should make sure he never does,” I said.

Lila smirked. “I like her,” she said, and as she skipped out the door, Knox and I followed.

Lila led the way back to Somerset. She knew every twist and turn through the alleyways, and once we were deep inside the dirt tunnel, I asked how she knew the route as well as Knox did.

“Who do you think showed him?” she said cheekily, nudging Knox in the side. He grimaced and shrank back. I didn’t blame him.

Once we returned to Knox’s room, he disappeared out the door, leaving me and Lila alone. I was too nervous to sit down. Instead, as Lila stretched across the sofa like she owned it, I stood in the corner, insignificant and afraid. I tried to reassure myself that Augusta still needed me, but I didn’t know for sure. Now that they had the real Lila, they could do whatever they wanted with her, and chances were good that I would be dead within hours if I stayed. I couldn’t run away and let Celia kill Greyson, though, despite what it could cost me.

No, I thought as Benjy entered the room. He was the one price I wasn’t willing to pay. No matter what Augusta did to me, I trusted Knox to watch his back. Benjy was a VI in his own right. With me dead, there would be no reason for Augusta to threaten him anymore.

“You’re back,” he said, not yet spotting Lila lying down on the couch.

“Yeah, it didn’t take long.” I walked over to Benjy and tucked myself underneath his arm. He turned to give me a kiss, but before his lips met mine, he stopped.

“Is that—” he said, staring at Lila. She grinned and waggled her fingers at him.

“It is. Turns out she’s alive,” I said, forcing a small smile. “She’s not exactly what I expected.”

“Can you leave now?” he said, and the hope in his voice nearly killed me. I gave him a quick kiss.

“Not yet. Knox is trying to get Greyson back by using Lila as bait. Augusta is going to need one of us to stay, and Lila doesn’t want to.”

“Oh.” Benjy frowned, worry clear in his eyes. I rubbed his back.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” said Lila, flashing him a coy smile, and I scowled.

“Lila, this is Benjy, my boyfriend,” I said, and her eyebrows shot up the same way Knox’s did when he was surprised.

“Boyfriend? Is this a recent thing? Did Daxton let you break up with Knox? Lucky.” She sighed. “Not that I don’t adore him, but we’re, you know. Just friends.”

I shook my head. “You and Knox are still engaged, but Benjy and I’ve been together for a few years. We grew up in the same group home.”

“And he followed you here?” she said.

“I earned a VI,” said Benjy. “I’m Knox’s assistant.”

Lila let out a low whistle. “Congratulations. That makes you the smartest person in Somerset. Only two percent of the population gets a VI, you know.”

Benjy cracked a smile. “I know.”

He stayed with me as we waited for Knox to return, neither of us bothering to make ourselves comfortable. He must have known what was coming, but at least he didn’t try to reassure me that everything would be all right. I held on to him tightly, not willing to let go. Especially not with Lila looking at him the way she was.

After what felt like hours, Knox returned. By then Lila was dozing on the sofa, but the moment the door opened, she sat up, suddenly wide-awake. When I saw who entered behind Knox, I understood why.

“I see you’re not dead after all,” said Augusta. “Pity. We paid all that money for your empty crypt.”

“I’m sure you’ll find use for it eventually,” said Lila, all traces of playfulness gone. “Did Knox fill you in?”

“Yes. It is a horrendous idea with more holes in it than I care to count.” Augusta glanced in my direction. “The servants will help you both clean up and even out your appearances before we do this. Cooperate.” She looked at Knox. “Make sure they’re both ready in an hour.”

“Of course,” he said, and without another word, Augusta left.

“Does this mean I have to bathe?” said Lila, and she was lucky Benjy had a grip on me, because I itched to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze. Greyson could have been dying at that very moment.

“Yes,” said Knox. “And it’s about damn time. You’re disgusting.”

“No worse than you on an average day.”

She stood and flashed him an impish smile, and then she skipped into his bathroom like it was her own. Knox exhaled and turned his attention to me. “I’m sorry about this.”

“Don’t apologize,” I said. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is,” said Benjy, and I squeezed his hand.

“He’s right,” said Knox. “And I promise I’ll do everything humanly possible to make sure you both remain safe.”

So I wasn’t imagining the risks after all. The game had changed, and my time was limited. “If—” I swallowed, unable to look at Benjy. “If they decide to get rid of me, don’t let them send me Elsewhere, okay? Even if you have to pull the trigger yourself.”

Beside me, Benjy stiffened, but I tightened my grip on his hand. I would rather have died here than be hunted like an animal.

Pain clouded Knox’s expression. “Kitty, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” I said. “You can and you will. Say it.”

He closed his eyes, and after a long moment, he nodded. “I won’t let them send you Elsewhere,” he said. “Even if I have to pull the trigger myself.”

Benjy made a strange choking noise, and before I realized what he was doing, he let go of me and stormed into the hallway. I stood paralyzed, wanting to follow, but I couldn’t. As much as it hurt, letting him go now was the kindest thing I could do for him. At least then he would have time to prepare.