“Have it your way,” I say, at last, as we cut through the main food market. People make a wide berth for us when they see my black suit. “What were you doing down here?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing,” I repeat, shooting him a sidelong glance. “I mean, that’s why people come to the Undercity, of course. To do nothing.”
Eden glares at me. “Are you extra sarcastic today because you haven’t been on a date in a few days? Have you finally seen every girl in the city?”
“I’m being serious here.”
His expression darkens. He looks away from me and picks up his pace. I try to ignore the whispers that follow us.
Look at his suit.
It’s the AIS.
Don’t stare.
“You were here to see that girl, yeah?” I say, after another long silence. “What was her name? Pressa?” We’ve left behind the worst part of the Undercity, and up ahead, I can see the station with the elevators leading back up to the Sky Floors.
Eden shrugs, but I can tell from his reaction that I’m right.
“Her father’s running an illegal apothecary, you know,” I go on. “I’ve actually told the AIS not to intervene because it would shake up their community too much. But—”
At that, Eden’s eyes flash at me. “Is that a threat? Are you trying to tell me to stay away from her because she’s a dangerous influence? Are you using her against me or something?”
“No, I’m trying to warn you so that you and your friend don’t end up crossing the AIS. I only have so much influence in the agency.”
“Thanks. But I don’t need your help with Pressa. Isn’t June coming to town tomorrow? Why don’t you worry about that instead?”
His casual mention of June stings, and he knows it. June—the person who changed my entire life, the one who lingers so strongly in my mind that I can’t bring myself to stay in a relationship with any other girl for longer than six months—will be in Ross City tomorrow, accompanying the Elector Primo as he visits us to discuss a trade deal between the Republic and Antarctica.
Suddenly, I’m very aware of the paper clip ring around my finger.
I try not to let him see how vulnerable her name makes me feel, and I shift the topic back to him. “I’m not mad at you,” I say in a level voice. “You know that, right?”
I look for a reaction on his face, but all I get from him is more stony silence. We reach the elevator station. As we walk under its entryway, a pleasantdingsounds, the indication that our Levels—me, Level 87; Eden, Level 54—are high enough to allow us to use this transit station. Behind us, a man at Level 26 tries to sneak in behind us. An alarm beeps, and he’s stopped by an invisible force field.
I halt in front of a private elevator made specifically for AIS agents to use. It approves my account, and I scan Eden in as my guest.
Finally, as we step into the elevator and it seals us inside its cool, glass interiors, I turn to face my brother.
“You gotta give me something here, Eden,” I say. “Or do you seriously not trust me with anything anymore?”
Eden studies me. “Why aren’t you mad at me?” he asks.
I blink. “What?”
“Why aren’t you mad at me?” he says again. There’s an edge to his voice. “You caught me wandering around the Undercity, the most dangerous place in Antarctica. I lied to you. And now I’m not talking to you. You should be furious.”
“Youwantme to be angry with you?” I narrow my eyes at him. “What good does that do?”
“It would be something,” he snaps. “An emotion, at least.”
I take a deep breath. “Listen, I know it’s been rough. You don’t talk to me about what’s happening at the university, so I don’t know what it’s like—but I’ve been able to read you since you were a baby. You’ve seen happier days.”
“I’m fine,” he replies, in a way that tells me he’s obviously not. “And I’d be a lot happier if you didn’t chaperone me all the time.”
“I don’t chaperone you all the time.”
