Chapter 90

CLAUDIA. My breath is still stuck in my throat, but now I really have trouble breathing as I watch the soldiers and Larkin descend the rough stone steps. Achilles is in full-blown panic, and I don’t blame him. I would panic too if I hadn’t just done something that tears me apart morally. He’s holding my hand so tight that it hurts, and it feels as though he’s debating whether or not to escape. Where he plans to do that, I don’t know, but all I know is that he’s driving all of us back like he wants to put himself at the forefront and take the blame. Meanwhile, Tristan seems to be stuck in a similar predicament as I am. Under the light of his own torch, he has gone completely white, almost green. He tries to say something but then Achilles yanks him to the side, glaring at him intensely. “You are going to fix this, you understand?” he whispers to him, his voice hoarse with anger but still calm in terms of volume. “If you want to prove yourself to be loyal to me, then pretend you caug