cling to her lashes. “Bastien?” she asks, like my name is a desperate question.
That’s when I realize I’m on my knees beside her, my fingers woven through hers. Her grip is as tight as mine. Just as tight as when I dragged her out of the pit.
“Is everything all right?” Jules asks.
I startle. Ailesse and I release each other’s hands.
“Just checking her ropes,” I answer quickly. I give the knot at Ailesse’s wrists an obligatory tug. “She was thrashing.” My face burns at the lie. “She’s a bit delirious.” That much is true. “I think she hit her head when she fell into the pit.”
Ailesse sags against the slab wall, like she’s considering my words. She does have a nasty bruise on the side of her forehead.
Jules says nothing. I can’t meet her eyes when I get back up to my feet. The chamber is unnervingly silent as I walk over to where she stands by the door. I reach for the bucket of water she just brought in, and she takes a step away from me. “I’ve got it,” she says, her voice clipped. She shrugs past me to move to her brother.
I sigh. I hate this tension between us. Jules was far from happy when I dragged Ailesse out of the pit, but what choice did I have except to save her? I run both hands through my hair and stroll over to a stack of Marcel’s books. I grab one at random and hunch down on a stool, trying to make myself useful. Though I don’t even know what my end goal is anymore.
“What now?” Jules asks, as usual in tune with my thoughts, even when we’re at odds. She dips a handkerchief in a bowl of settled water and gently dabs Marcel’s wound. “The queen isn’t going to be fooled next time, and the catacombs didn’t cut off her power as much as we thought.”
Marcel nods, watching Jules work. “I’ve been thinking it must take a little time—perhaps a few days—for a Bone Crier’s strength to sufficiently weaken down here. Take Ailesse, for example. She didn’t lose her vigor all at once.”
“Makes sense,” I reply, and sneak a glance at Ailesse. If she’s listening, she makes no sign of it. She just stares at her limp hands.
“At least the queen knows she isn’t dealing with simpletons,” Jules says. “We’re as dangerous as she is.”
I don’t know about that, but I’ll let Jules have her show of confidence. She couldn’t cut through the pulley rope before the queen climbed out of the pit. She’s lucky the queen didn’t have time to find her hiding place. When another section of the tunnel broke away, the queen ran off with the other Bone Criers.
“How soon do you think she’ll return?” Jules wets the handkerchief again.
“She’s not coming back,” Ailesse murmurs. We all look at her. A tremor runs through her chin.
Jules’s gaze hardens. “Are you Bone Criers mind readers, too?”
“I’m not what my mother came for,” Ailesse replies on a weak breath. Even her tone has no fight in it.
Jules scoffs. “Then what did she come for?”
Ailesse’s eyes shimmer. She turns her head away.
“Are you going to answer me?”
“Leave her alone,” I mutter.
The look Jules shoots at me is the same look she gives Dovré boys when they leer at her. A split second later, they’re on the ground with broken noses. “Why are you defending her?”
“I’m not defending anyone. I just want a moment’s peace while I figure out how to get the three of us out of this mess.” I jab a page of my book for emphasis, even though I’ve found nothing helpful. Reading isn’t my best talent.
“This is your mess, Bastien,” Jules snaps, “not ours.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We’re not the ones caught up in a magic spell with a siren. We could leave you to deal with it any time.”
I stare incredulously at her, completely blindsided. From the first moment I met Jules and Marcel, we’ve been in this together, no matter the complications. Don’t they still want revenge for their father? “Go on, then.” My voice shakes with hurt I try to pass off as anger. I make a shooing motion for the door. “I never said you two had to do anything for me.” I just trusted they would, like I would for them.
Marcel raises a finger. “If I may, I’d like to say two things: one, my sister doesn’t speak for me; and, two, for the sake of common decency, Julienne,