CHAPTER 12:

Kailani woke early the next morning. Well, that might have been a stretch. She never really went to sleep, she tried, but it hadn't happened. Finnick and Cashmere both glanced at her as she stood, silently. She refused to meet either of their gazes, simply picked up her spear and made for the water's edge. The sun had barely started to rise, as she searched out shellfish, and anything that could provide her with something useful to do. Being under the water, it was calming. If she closed her eyes, she thought she could have been anywhere else. And then someone dragged her to the surface, and Gloss raised an eyebrow. Kailani rolled her eyes, tugging herself from his grip.

"Didn't need saving this time," she muttered, annoyed. Everyone watched her so much more closely now, it was as if she was the symbol of this rebellion, it was ridiculous.

"You saying you weren't tempted to stay under there?" asked Gloss, unconvinced.

She growled. "Fuck off."

"Someone's in a bad mood." He ignored the murderous look she gave him, and picked up her spear, testing it in his grip. "You think I could get a fish with this?"

"No."

"That's not nice."

"A knife, maybe. A spear, absolutely not."

Gloss shrugged, he couldn't argue with that, he was useless with a spear. He tossed it aside, and eyed her, thoughtfully. "Why do you look prettier than the rest of us right now?"

Kailani knew what he meant, at least she hoped she did. "The scabs from the poison have healed enough now to be scrubbed off." She nodded over to the sand, "Use that, it'll make it easier. And while you're at it, I'll leave it to you, to tell the others." Kailani brushed past him, picked up her spear and scooped up the shellfish. Without a word, she dropped her haul in front of Johanna, and plopped down under the shade of the trees. The higher the sun got, the more the temperature increased. Finnick and Cashmere washed themselves clean after Gloss had informed them of her discovery and as more bread arrived, the same amount as yesterday, Katniss and Peeta went down to the water to do the same. They were talking about something, that much was clear, but it didn't concern any of them all the much. They had bigger issues to deal with, and Beetee had a plan. It was all to kill Brutus and Enobaria, or so he had said. Kailani suspected an ulterior motive, actually she knew there was. This was about the arena. With their numbers, there was no way they needed to go to such extravagant lengths to kill the victors from District Two. They were good, but they weren't that good. The wire, the lightning tree, it was all so that they could destroy this place. Everything all seemed to blur by as they made their plans, Kailani knew what she had too, she didn't listen to the rest. The dense, humid air was smothering, as they left camp to make for the tree. She was tired, she was a little dizzy, that was what she got for not eating much. Maybe if she collapsed though, they'd leave her behind. However, Kailani doubted it, someone would probably just be forced to carry her, not that she would encourage it. Beetee fussed for a while, examined the lightning tree as everyone else divided duties. At what must have been eleven o' clock, the sound of clicking started up again in the sector adjacent. It was far louder now, that it was on the beach the night before. Cashmere glanced warily into the jungle, as the rest, listened intently.

"It's not mechanical," said Beetee, decidedly.

"I'd guess insects," said Katniss, "Maybe beetles."

"Something with pincers," added Finnick.

The sound swelled, as if alerted by their quiet words, and the proximity of live flesh. The louder they got, the more uncomfortable Cashmere began to look.

"We should get out of here, anyway," she said, "There's less than an hour before the lightning starts."

Not that they go all that far, just to the sector over, to the blood-rain section. It was all rather relaxed, actually. They set up next to the identical tree in their wedge, ate the food that Katniss and the others had hunted. The lightning struck like clockwork at noon, and then they circled back to the ten o' clock beach. It was smooth and damp, swept clean by the recent wave and as Beetee worked with his wire, they all went about their own devices. Napping, eating, swimming, it was all so normal. But it wasn't, it would never be.


The anthem began, as it always did, but there were no faces in the sky that night. The audience would be getting restless, thirsting for more blood. They were probably avidly awaiting the moment their little alliance, broke up. The promise of Beetee's trap, kept the Gamemakers from sending out other attacks, but that was only a temporary respite. The shells from their seafood feast earlier that evening, lay strewn around the camp as they made for the lightning tree once more. It was roughly nine o' clock, from what Katniss and Finnick could tell and the walk uphill was particularly brutal, given how full she was. The last dozen oysters she had scoffed down might have been a mistake.

Beetee asked Gloss and Finnick to assist him, as the rest of them, stood guard. Before he even attached any wire to the tree, Beetee unrolled metres and metres of the stuff. He had Finnick secure it tightly around a broken branch and lay it on the ground, before he and Gloss stood either side of the tree, passing the spool back and forth as they wrapped the wire around the trunk. The intricate wire work on the tree was completed just as they heard the wave begin. That was when Beetee revealed the rest of his plan. Since they moved the swiftest through the trees, he wanted her, Johanna and Kailani to take the coil down through the jungle, unwinding the wire as they went. They didn't need three, but Kailani would act as an extra guard should Brutus and Enobaria attack. The three of them were to lay the wire across the twelve o' clock beach and then drop the metal spool, with whatever was left, deep into the water, making sure it sunk. After that, they just had to run. If they left now, at that very second, they should make it back to safety. At least, that was the plan.

"I want to go with them as a guard," said Peeta, immediately, "Kailani has a broken hand, she-"

"She is perfectly capable of wielding her weapon," interrupted Kailani, harshly. He winced slightly, at her tone and Katniss might have told her to ease up if not for the day she had had yesterday, and for the fact that Kailani might have turned on her had she said anything. Finnick stared at the ground forlornly, she supposed Kailani wouldn't normally have been like this, she would have been calmer, more kind and more gentle, if not for him.

Beetee intervened. "Besides, you're too slow. I need you on this end," he said, "There's no time to debate this. I'm sorry, but if the girls are to get out of there alive, they need to move now." He handed the coil to Johanna.

Katniss didn't like this anymore than Peeta did, she would have much preferred staying near him, making sure that above all else, he stayed alive. But Beetee was right, and if she trusted anyone aside from Peeta, it was Beetee.

"It's okay," said Katniss, "We'll just drop the coil and come straight back up."

"Not into the lightning zone," reminded Beetee, "Head for the tree in the one-to-two-o' clock sector. If you find you're running out of time, move over one more. Don't even think about going back on the beach, though, until I can assess the damage."

Ignoring the fact that everyone else was there, that everyone stared at them, she took Peeta's face in her hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight." She kissed him, lightly, and before he could object any further, she pulled back and turned to Johanna and Kailani. "Ready?"

"Why not?" said Johanna, with a shrug.

"Kailani you wanna take lead? Johanna can guard the rear and I'll unwind. We can trade off later."

Kailani nodded, and without further discussion, the three of them headed down the slope. There was very little discussion in fact, as they worked. They moved well, made good time as one manned the coil, and two kept watch and then the clicking started up. That meant it was just past eleven.

"Better hurry," said Johanna, "I want to put a lot of distance between me and that water before the lightning hits, just in case Volts miscalculated something."

"I'll take the coil for a while," said Katniss.

"Here." She passed it over and that was when it happened. Both of their hands were still on the metal cylinder as it vibrated slightly and suddenly, the thin golden wire sprung down at them, bunching in tangled loops and curling around their wrists. Kailani turned away from the jungle, to glance back at them. Then, the severed end snaked up to their feet. It only took a second to register the rapid turn of events. They all exchanged looks, but none of them said the words out loud. Someone not far above them had cut the wire, and they would be on them at any moment. Katniss had just got a hand to one of her arrows, when the metal cylinder smashed into the side of her head. All she knew after that, was that she was lying on her back on the vines, a terrible pain at her left temple.

"Hurry," hissed Kailani.

Katniss had no idea what was going on, and there was something wrong with her eyes. Her vision blurred in and out of focus, and she strained to make the two moons that floated in the sky above her, go back to one. There was a weight on her chest, and Katniss realised that Johanna was on top of her, pinning her at the shoulders with her knees. There was a stab at her left forearm, and she tried to jerk away but she was still too incapacitated. Something sharp, a knife probably, dug into her flesh and twisted. An excruciating pain ripped through her and a warmth ran down her wrist. Johanna swiped down her arm, and coated half of her face with blood, her own.

"Stay down," she growled. Her weight disappeared, and just like that, she was alone. Everything spun around her, she was disorientated, confused and losing a lot of blood. However, Katniss did know one thing, Johanna had betrayed her, attacked her, Kailani too by the sounds. Did that mean Finnick had joined them as well? Did they have their own alliance going? As angry and uncomfortable as they were at each other, Finnick wouldn't leave Kailani, not again. Katniss could hear footsteps, two pairs. They were heavy against the jungle floor, not trying to conceal their whereabouts.

It was Brutus that she heard. "She's as good as dead! Come on, Enobaria!" They moved away, they didn't even check to make sure.

She drifted in and out of unconsciousness. Was she really that bad? Perhaps, it was hard to tell, she knew she was losing a lot of blood, that was for sure. If Johanna, Kailani and Finnick had turned on them, what about the others? Had Gloss and Cashmere been in on this as well, it wouldn't have surprised. What about Beetee? Him, she couldn't be sure about. Katniss was fair game now, her and Peeta. Her eyes flew open, and she panicked. Peeta was still there, Peeta was with them. What if they had all turned, what if the wire being cut was a signal? Her heart leapt into her throat, and somehow, she managed to find the strength to rise to her feet. She had to find him, she could not let him die. He was the one who was meant to survive all this.


He didn't know the exact plan, all Gloss knew was that it wasn't what they had discussed. They went with it though, he remembered the look Kailani gave him the last night they had been together, and he could see the look Finnick was giving him and Cashmere now. Trust them, go with this, it was for the better. They had had a different plan from the beginning and that had become clearer and clearer as the days passed. He knew these people, he knew what they were capable of, and they were capable of anything. Even outsmarting the President, the Gamemakers, the Capitol. They could do it all, if they just worked together. And that was what they were doing, it was what they had been doing since the very start and always, it revolved around Katniss. Peeta held no such trust in them though, as soon as Finnick cut the wire leading out to the beach, he had become confused, reluctant to listen to them. Beetee had insisted that it was a part of the plan, but he wouldn't listen, he went off in search of Katniss, of his love. No one followed him, they had bigger things to concern themselves with. Finnick pulled out a knife, and dug it into his arm. The tracker, he was pulling it out. So, there had been a bigger plan. Gloss exchanged looks with his sister and right there and then, they made the decision to follow their lead. They had followed them this far, and if they were removing the trackers, it was a good sign that they intended for more than one of them to survive that night. Beetee was already pulling the small piece of electronics out, as Gloss and Cashmere, did the same.

"Go, find Katniss," said Beetee, and Finnick nodded. He didn't need telling twice. He followed the cut wire, and Gloss wasn't sure what had compelled him to do it, but he went with him.

"Stay with him," he called back to Cashmere, glancing at Beetee who had turned his attention to the tree once more. She probably would have argued with him had he not left before she had had the chance. Beetee was important in all of this, someone needed to be there to protect him, just in case.

"Kailani!" Of course it was her name that Finnick yelled after first. His mission, his task, whatever it was, may have been to find Katniss, but Gloss wondered that if he had too, who he would choose. "Johanna! Katniss!" Finnick had only one thing on his mind, and that was finding their girls. There was no time to be quiet, and he drew more attention to them than anything in this forest ever could have done. It left Gloss feeling on edge, feeling tense. There were still two out there, and they were close by, he knew it, they all did. And as expected, they were found. Finnick didn't even have time to defend himself as Brutus flew from between the trees, knife drawn and aiming for him. Gloss cut him off, tackling the large man to the ground. Brutus may have been bigger, but he was stronger. Finnick hesitated, his eyes wide in shock. They were hardly the best of friends, and the confidence in their loyalty had probably been minimal. Gloss almost rolled his eyes.

"Go!" he roared, twisting Brutus' arm until he heard a distinct crack. He met Finnick's gaze, "And if you get the chance, make sure my sister is safe."

His face hardened, and Finnick nodded. He bounded off into the jungle and Gloss pulled out a knife, in one swift movement. He would be stupid to mess around, he had to end this. Brutus let out a guttural noise from the back of his throat, and fought against him but it was no use, he was in the prime position. He didn't pause, he didn't hesitate, Gloss just sliced his knife across his neck.


The cannon sounded, and Finnick didn't even bother looking back. Gloss would have finished off Brutus, there was no doubt in his mind about that. He had the upper hand, he wouldn't have let that go. Katniss was his main concern and she could have been anywhere. God knows where she had wandered off to after Johanna had taken the tracker out of her arm, after she had thought she had been attacked. That was when he heard them, Katniss and Peeta, calling for each other above him. They were near the tree, near where Beetee and Cashmere were. He was exhausted, he was losing blood from his arm but with everything he had, he sprinted back up the hill, to the lightning tree. However, he wasn't the only one. Enobaria arrived too, Kailani just a few steps behind her.

"Katniss!" howled Peeta.

But this time, there was no answer. She must have been close, then. He caught a flash of blonde, a little further above them and then he saw her, Katniss. She stood up and pulled back her arrow except it wasn't pointed at them, it was pointed upwards, at the force field, at the spot where it wavered. She let go, and the arrow sailed through the force field without a hitch. Then, the lightning struck. The wire flashed white and for just a moment, the dome burst into a dazzling blue light. It was bright, too bright, he had turn away. That was when the real chaos began, just like that everything around them began to explode. He was thrown back by a blast at his feet, and Finnick slammed hard against the ground. Everything around them was exploding, all of it, everything in the arena. He looked over and there was Kailani, crumpled against a tree, her hand clutched tightly against her. That was all the motivation he needed, all he focussed on. He stumbled forwards, and despite her protests, dragged her to her feet. He was not going to leave her here, that was not an option. Finnick saw the hovercraft, saw the claw drop down and pick up Katniss, and he moved faster, pulling Kailani up the last small hill where he saw Cashmere, crouched down next to an unconscious Beetee. She was shaking, could barely hold herself up.

Her blue eyes widened, "What-?"

Finnick shook his head, "There's no time." A ladder dropped down, and the face of Plutarch Heavensbee, the Head Gamemaker, their inside man in all of this, looked down at them. He wouldn't be able to keep this down there for them long, not now they had Katniss. They were on a tight schedule. Finnick pulled Cashmere up and nudged her towards the ladder, "Go, quickly." Her eyes glanced around, searching for her brother no doubt. But if they weren't here now, then they weren't going to be able to make it here on time. As much as it pained him, as much as he would have preferred to have waited and get all of them on board, they couldn't. They knew the risks they had taken by agreeing to this. They would have to be left behind. Gloss, Johanna, Enobaria, even Peeta. The claw dropped down to pick up Beetee, and Finnick shoved Cashmere along slightly, encouraging her to move. She did, albeit unwillingly. Finnick forced Kailani onto the ladder, forced her to grab on, and he took one last glance around. He could see Enobaria, but she was unconscious. And then, Cashmere gasped.

"Gloss!" she screamed.

He was there, but he wasn't moving. He knew he couldn't make it, he managed a smile for his sister and then turned his gaze to him, pointedly. It was his job to make sure that she got out of her safely, that his sister got out safely. Gloss had saved his life, and he owed him that. Finnick hopped onto the ladder, just as it started to move away, and put a hand on Cashmere, to keep her from doing anything foolish. Not that she could have, electricity flowed through the ladder and they were all frozen in their places. Pain crossed her face, and she turned away as they started to be pulled up. Finnick turned his attention to Kailani, her form stiff against the ladder. It was slow going and he watched her like a hawk, in case she slipped, in case something happened but it didn't. They all made it onto the hovercraft, and an uncomfortable silence fell over them. Beetee was nowhere to be found, neither was Katniss, all that waited for them were the sombre faces of Haymitch and Heavensbee.

"Couldn't get Peeta then?" asked Haymitch.

"Is he here?" spat Kailani.

Finnick shook his head, "No," he said, "He didn't stick to the plan."

Cashmere glared at them all, "What is going on?" She wanted a proper explanation now. She had lost her brother, she had followed them without really knowing, she was tired, it was only fair.

Plutarch Heavensbee looked at the three of them coolly, "How about we sit down?"


Something was off, and Kailani was very much aware of that as she stared at the two men before her.

"Where's my mother?" she asked.

Finnick glanced at her, but she ignored him adamantly. Haymitch met her accusing gaze, a frown on his face. "Asher was meant to help her get to the roof-"

"I'm aware of what the plan was, where is she?"

Kailani tried to keep herself from shaking, did everything she could to keep her face clean of emotion. But if she wasn't here, then there were only two things that could have happened and she hoped, beyond all hopes, that that thing had been death because the alternative would be so much worse. "I'm sorry, Kailani. Your mother was taken by the Capitol."

She bit back a whimper and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. This wasn't the plan, this had never been the plan. She was eighty-two, she wouldn't survive being tortured, she would die in the worst way possible. The screams of the jabberjays came back to mind, and Kailani felt like she was going to be sick. "You bastards," she said, finally. "You told me, you would keep her safe."

"We had to prioritise," said Haymitch, "Like you did, remember. Peeta has been taken as well, and Johanna and-"

Kailani had had enough, she launched herself at him with a furious scream. She knew very well who had been taken, who would suffer because they were unlucky, she didn't need a reminder. Haymitch was shoved roughly into the wall of the hovercraft, and suddenly someone was pulling her away. "Kailani, Kailani stop," begged Finnick, burying his head against her shoulder. She struggled against him, but he was stronger than her. His arms held her tightly and she considered giving in to him, just letting go but then she remembered the beach. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she held them at bay. This was when she had needed her mother most, her mother and Finnick, but they were both lost to her now. She tore herself from his grip, and glared at him.

"Don't touch me."

He winced, the hurt and pain clear on his face, but she didn't care, not anymore. They could do what they want, she couldn't stand here with them and pretend that everything was okay. Kailani stalked away, moved further into the depths of the hovercraft. She didn't expect Cashmere to follow after her, not when she wanted answers. Kailani was not in a talking mood, she would get nothing from her.

"You should go back to Heavensbee," she said, her voice hoarse from all of the screaming. "He'll explain everything, I can't-"

"Are you alright?" asked Cashmere, suddenly.

Kailani raised an eyebrow. "Are you?"

She sighed, "No." A young man, dressed in black cargo pants, and a black jacket approached them, nervously and they looked at him. He shifted, and without meeting their eyes, held out a pile of clothes. It wasn't much, but it was something. Cashmere took them with a nod, "Thank you," she said. He scampered off, and Kailani took a jacket and a pair of track pants from the pile.

"You know, I would have included everyone given the chance, knowing we could trust them," said Kailani, quietly.

Cashmere nodded, "For this to work, I suppose it would always have been a risk to inform my brother and I of this." Her voice was resigned. "It was all for her wasn't it, for Katniss?"

"This is it, this is when our rebellion starts and she is the symbol of all of that. We had to get her out of there above all else." Kailani still wanted to leave, wanted to go hide in some dark corner and just stay there. But now wasn't really the time for her to break down, there wasn't enough privacy for that. She was glad, then, that Cashmere had taken it upon herself to follow her. Maybe she had just needed that company, maybe she just didn't feel like being alone but whatever the reason, it was a good distraction. "The districts will be rising up now, making their plans. Come on, we'll get changed and find out what the hell is going on."

And as it turned out, there was a lot going on. The five of them had gathered in a conference room of sorts, Finnick leaned against a wall, Kailani and Cashmere sat at one end of the table, while Plutarch sat at the other, Haymitch hovering behind him. There were uprisings going on everywhere, in every district. She had said it from the start, forcing the victors into the Games again was taking it too far. These were their heroes, the people who had come back home, who had fought and survived, and now that they had escaped, everyone else was going to fight too.

"Communications are down in Seven, Ten and Twelve," said Heavensbee. "But Eleven has control of transportation now, so there's at least a hope of them getting some food out."

"We need to go home," said Cashmere. They'd explained it all to her now, every detail. "We need to help lead our people, they can't do it themselves."

"No, I'm sorry. There's no way I can get you anywhere near One or Four, for that matter."

It pained her to even think about her name after everything that had happened, but someone had to do it. She was an idiot, a fool, someone she'd quite like to slap but she wouldn't be able to do that if she was dead. "What about Annie?" Finnick's head snapped to her so fast, she was almost worried he had hurt himself. Kailani didn't meet his questioning gaze though. "Someone needs to get her out of there, despite what happened-" She scowled. "They'll still want to use her."

"I've already given special orders for her to be retrieved, that's all I can do."

Kailani shook her head. "That's not enough. She won't survive a day, they'll kill her-"

"They'll keep her alive as long as you two are still alive," said Haymitch. "You're right, they'll still want to use her. They know what's going on now but they also know that you still volunteered for her. As long as you keep yourselves from getting killed, they'll use her as bait," said Haymitch. Suddenly, Katniss burst through the doors. Her hair was strewn everywhere, her eyes narrowed, dangerously. Haymitch wasn't all that concerned by it. "Done knocking yourself out, sweetheart?" he asked, the annoyance clear in his voice. Katniss careened forwards and he caught her wrists, smoothly, steadying her. They were all very aware that there was a syringe in her hand. He stared at her, incredulously. "So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans." Katniss stared at him, uncomprehendingly. "Drop it." She does, and Haymitch guides her to a chair, settling her down in it.

Heavensbee placed a bowl of both in front of her, a roll and slipped a spoon into her hand. "Eat," he said, kindly.

She doesn't. Then again, none of them had. They all had food, and none of it had been touched. Haymitch launched into yet another explanation, and Kailani tuned out. She stared out the window, almost numbly. It was all the same stuff, how there had been a plan to break them all out of the arena from the moment the Quell had been announced, how the victors from 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 and 11 had all been aware of it in some degree. It was Heavensbee that had been responsible for ensuring the wire was included in the weapons, and Beetee had the job of destroying the force field. He explained how the bread was a code for the time of the rescue. The district where the bread originated indicated the day, and the number of rolls the hour and then he paused, stopped to see if Katniss was following.

"You didn't tell me," said Katniss, raggedly.

"Neither you nor Peeta were told. We couldn't risk it," said Heavensbee, "I was even worried you might mention my discretion with the watch during the Games." He pulled out his pocket watch and ran a thumb across the crystal, lighting up the mockingjay. "Of course, when I showed you this, I was merely tipping you off about the arena. As a mentor. I thought it might be a first step towards gaining your trust. I never dreamed you'd be a tribute again."

She shook her head. "I still don't understand why Peeta and I weren't let in on the plan."

"Because once the force field blew, you'd be the first ones they'd try to capture, and the less you knew, the better," said Haymitch.

"The first ones? Why?"

"For the reason the rest of us agreed to die to keep you alive," said Finnick.

"No, Johanna tried to kill me," argued Katniss.

Kailani unwillingly turned back to the conversation at hand. "Johanna knocked you out to the cut the tracker from your arm," she said, "We lead Brutus and Enobaria away from you."

"What? I don't know what you're-"

"We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," said Heavensbee, "While you live, the revolution lives."

And it was as simple as that, it had always been as simple as that. The understanding began to filter across her face. Everything they had done for her, all that had happened. "Peeta," she whispered.

"The others kept Peeta alive because if he died, we knew there'd be no keeping you in an alliance," said Haymitch, "And we couldn't risk leaving you unprotected." His words were matter of fact, his expression unchanged, but not even he could hide the tinge of grey that coloured his face.

"Where is Peeta?" she hissed, angrily.

"He was picked up by the Capitol, along with Gloss, Johanna and Enobaria," he said. His gaze dropped to the ground. No one was surprised when Katniss lunged at him once more, she was unarmed but that didn't make her any less dangerous, especially with Peeta having been taken. She clawed viciously at his face, drawing blood and Kailani watched with a cool sense of amusement, as they began to yell at each other. Yell and curse and scream. Finnick rushed forward to pull her away, and Cashmere rolled her eyes, turning her head to the ceiling as if it was the most important thing in the world. It seemed she too wasn't in a particularly helpful mood, she had her Capitol face on, the polite and distant one that Kailani knew well. They'd both lost people, it was the easiest way to deal with all of this. Finnick managed to drag Katniss away, and she just caught a glimpse of the girl being sedated again. She wished she had had that option, sleeping through it dreamlessly would have been like heaven, but she didn't, not unless she caused a scene again and Kailani just didn't have the energy for that. She wished more than anything that this would be done with, that this would all be over, but it was just the beginning. They headed towards District 13, the one district independent from the Capitol, the one place they could hide, and there would be no leaving it until the rebellion had been won. It was either that, or they were all killed process.

This was it, this was their last chance for a better society, for a better way of life. She could find it within herself to help with that, to make sure no more children had to go into the Hunger Games, that no more parents had to watch as they were killed on live television, that they weren't all living this ridiculous façade controlled by the Capitol. Thoughts of her mother drifted into her head again, and she pushed them away. It still wasn't the time, she would deal with that when she was alone, when she was sure she wouldn't have to deal with anyone else. Kailani focussed on one thing, and one thing only and that was the rebellion.

It was all she could do to keep herself distracted.