CHAPTER 5
I sit on our living-room couch, sipping the lemonade my mother brought me. She’s talking up a storm, and I’m careful not to interrupt: I need to tread carefully, to figure out what happened here before I commit to a particular story.
“I didn’t believe them,” she says, sitting next to me and putting a hand on my knee. “I couldn’t believe them.”
I take another sip, buying myself some time.
“They told me everything and I knew it had happened, but I didn’t believe it … I knew you couldn’t really be dead.”
Oh. She couldn’t believe
“I’ve always known physical combat wasn’t your gift. I told your father a thousand times you’d be better suited to a tactical role, but he was determined not to break with custom, and insisted we make no distinction between combat and strategy. Everyone must fight in the war. But when he told me you’d been killed, that that disgusting Loric had thrown you off a cliff … it felt like my worst fears had come true.”
My mind reels. It was my adopted brother Ivan who threw me into the ravine, under my father’s approving gaze. I hadn’t been killed by a Loric: I’d joined the Loric cause.
“They said they searched high and low for you …”
A lie. They left me for dead.
“… that they were as heartbroken as I was …”
More lies.
“But they didn’t find your body, and that gave me some hope. I knew in my heart that somehow you had managed to survive.”
She hugs me again. It takes all of my effort to receive her hug without betraying the revolution going on inside me. I expected to return home to a Mogadorian firing squad, but instead I’ve come back as a fallen soldier.
“No.” His voice. My mother and I turn at once to see my father in the doorway, his mouth open in shock.
“He’s come back to us,” my mother exclaims. “Our boy’s alive!”
I have never in my entire life seen the General at a loss for words, but there he is, too stunned to speak.
In a flash I understand everything. My father lied to my mother. My father lied to the rest of the Mogadorians. Whether to protect his ego from disgrace or to maintain his authority as a general, or both, he fabricated an honorable death for me. No one here except my father—and Ivan, wherever he is—knows that I turned against the Mogadorian cause.
I only have a moment to act, to interpret my father’s stunned silence and play it to my advantage.
I leap off the couch and embrace him.
“I’m alive, Father.” I feel all six and a half feet of his body stiffen in disgust, but I forge ahead with my ruse. “I’ve come home.”
I tell them a story of my return to Ashwood. Washing up on the shore at the bottom of the ravine, being rescued by a local, recovering at the aid camp. I adjust the truth slightly, characterizing my human friends as fools, claiming that I deliberately manipulated Elswit for his assistance in order to get back here, painting myself as the Mogadorian loyalist I no longer am—but this version is close enough to the truth. And I know it’s what they need to hear.
“I had to get back here to see you,” I conclude. “To keep serving the cause.”
I force myself to stare right into my father’s eyes. It takes all of my effort not to flinch from his gaze, just as I know it’s taking all of his will not to lunge across the coffee table and strangle me where I stand.
In the kitchen, the oven timer dings. My mother, clucking over my heroic and daring escape, excuses herself to check on whatever is in the oven.
“So …” I say to my father, waiting for his reaction.
He says nothing but jumps at me, gathering my shirt in his fist and lifting me off the ground. I hover inches from the floor, held tight by his grip.
His face, getting redder every second, glowers before mine. “Tell me why I shouldn’t break your neck right this instant.”
“If you wanted the truth to come out, wanted people to know how I failed you, you wouldn’t have bothered to lie to everyone.” My twisted collar is beginning to cut off my oxygen. I force myself to keep talking. “How’d you convince Ivan to keep your secret?”
He ignores my question. “If you think having this over me will keep you safe, you are sorely mistaken. If I killed you now, the only person I’d have to tell the truth to is your mother.” He gives me a violent shake. “She’d learn to accept it. She’d have no choice.”
