Chapter 104

I knelt there holding an angel's feather with mangled hands, deafened by the sirens and stranded in a hostile world. Not because of my lack of a token, but because some invisible force had pinned me in place.

The Queen appeared in the doorway, dressed in head-to-toe red leather.

Moran stood behind her, sword in hand. He crossed to Vespa's body, crouched down and checked for a pulse, then shook his head. He closed Vespa's eyes.

The Queen sighed. "Oh, blanquita."

"I didn't kill Vespa."

"The alarms dictate otherwise," Moran said. "The Black Heart Rule is woven into the fabric of Hedon itself."

"Vespa was under the Queen's protection?" I said, sluggishly.

The Queen stepped forward, her authority demanding such absolute obeyance that merely breathing in her presence was acquiescence.

"Ashira Cohen," she said, "you have broken the Black Heart Rule. By my power as Queen and ruler of Hedon, I hereby sentence you to eternal entombment."