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say he’s not going to tell me anything more. “But onto bigger matters,” he says, smiling wolfishly. “How did you capture Lillian?”
    I explain what happened—the café, the chase, and how Tristan and I got her out of the city. Then I tell him about Lillian’s ludicrous claim that she wasn’t our Lillian but a different version of Lillian from another universe. As I say this, Alaric’s face freezes. I stop talking.
    “She says her name is Lily,” Caleb finishes for me.
    “Interesting,” Alaric says. I notice he doesn’t say “bullshit.” “It almost sounds like she’s been listening to one of our shamans. How could Lillian know about other worlds and spirit walking?”
    “I brought the shaman to the Citadel a few years ago and introduced him to Lillian,” I say. I start to think of all those nights I woke up and Lillian wasn’t next to me. She’d told me she’d been working. She never said on what. “It’s possible she met with him more than once, in secret.”
    Alaric’s eyes dance around, but he’s not seeing the campfire or the benighted forest. He’s seeing scenarios and possibilities. Caleb tosses me a look.
    Why isn’t he laughing at how ridiculous this is? he asks in mindspeak.
    He doesn’t think it’s ridiculous. In fact, I think he thinks it’s true, I answer.
    “So this Lillian,” Alaric says, thinking out loud, “does she look the same in every way?”
    “Yes,” I reply. “Sachem—she’s Lillian. And I’m convinced she’s setting us up. Maybe it’s to get to you—”
    “Are any of her mechanics here with her?”
    “No,” I say. “Not that I know of.”
    “Without mechanics she’s helpless, correct?”
    “Not completely, but the tricks she has left I can counter.” At least I think I can. I’ve never really known what she was capable of.
    “Good. I want to meet her.”
    Alaric’s guards fan out behind him like wraiths. They melt into the shadows, seeking an ambush. One thing I learned from Caleb after he took the oath was that if you see Alaric followed by one of the warpainted guards, you can be sure that there are three nearby you don’t see. We hear two yips and a yowl from one of the guards signaling outside the perimeter of armored carts, and all of our heads snap around toward it. Woven. A moment later we hear an inhuman howl. We reach for knives and form a circle around our sachem while the air blossoms with screams.
    A flock of part avian, part insect Woven burst from the underbrush. They’re over ten feet tall with huge, land-strider legs. They trap the unfortunate under three-toed feet as their long beaks stab the killing blows. Crinoline-thin wings flutter uselessly over their heads. One fixes its black eyes on me and strides forward, its insect wings buzzing. I stutter step and dodge between its big legs, slicing the backs of its ankles as I tuck and roll. The Woven squeals and tumbles to the ground behind me.
    When I pop up onto my feet again, I see a second wave of Woven behind the large insect-avian. They’re smaller, hodgepodge Woven—some are like lizard-dogs with scaly skin while other have tufts of fur puffing between the joints of their exoskeletons. I start hacking my way through them, using my knife like a scythe to mow them down. After I cut a decent-sized swath, I feel a hand on my shoulder whirling me around.
    “Get back to Lillian,” Alaric yells in my face. “I want her alive!”
    I see Caleb as he takes off into the trees, following the retreating Woven to their nest.
    I’ll find you and follow you to the rendezvous point, I tell him in mindspeak.
    I run the other way through the darkness, back toward where I left Tristan guarding Lillian. I leap over low bushes and feel branches whip my cheeks. My heart is rattling around in my chest. I’m afraid, but not for myself.
    I barrel into the clearing where we caged Lillian, and see her. She’s safe. A wave of relief nearly washes the bones out of my legs, but she sees me and