*Final instalment in the 'Little British Girl' Trilogy *
One year after Elia’s death, and the entire planet is rebelling. With the news of Xander’s assassination attempt against his own daughter alarming the world, Elda and Luci are leading a powerful resistance, competing with the Southern rebellium, with no powerful government to stop either of them.
And yet, nothing seems to have changed.
Annabeth, alongside Beverly, Zacharia, and Steve Ryans, hide out amidst the chaos , unable to prevent what’s happening right in front of them. Disheartened and helpless.
Then one day, a girl turns up, a girl with heterochromia, with some interesting letters, and some even more interesting information. Could it be that Xander Moore had another daughter? And that Luci has a half-sister?


16. Chapter 16 (one year earlier)

“Annabeth, you in there?” I don’t answer. I don’t have time for Beverley and her tactics talks right now. Coming back to the North seemed like such a good idea two weeks ago. Now, I just want to curl up and disappear. There’s one more knock, then she at last leaves me alone.

We’ve been at Mr.Ryan’s house for a week now. It’s welcoming, but almost too welcoming. It’s cosy, but sort of too cosy. There’s no room to breathe, to think, to breakdown. And it’s only a couple of days until...until one year later. And what then? Do I stay and fight like I promised? Do I use my anger at the bombing and Grace and Luci to keep on fighting for another year to come? Or do I do the smart thing, and give up? Honestly, I never thought I’d be this tempted to just give in and walk away.

When we first came to the North we did about a mission a day, things like evacuations, spying, helping those who've lost homes or loved ones...that sort of thing. Beverley keeps on looking for a bigger mission, but it’s pretty pointless. We have no idea what’s going on. We’re like blind mice in no-man's land.

...and being here makes me think of her. Elia wouldn’t still be a part of this madness, she’d be like Daniel, smartly staying out of the way. She wasn’t built for war. She was a dove in a land of hawks. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t survive. Maybe that’s why none of us could save her.

I keep on getting sudden bouts of enthusiasm, my anger rising up at odd moments and taking over once more, fueling me on to the next half-hearted attempt at making an impact. That day in Zacharia’s office I got a rush of inspiration, it’s why I said yes, but ten or fifteen minutes later I was deflated again, only able to think about all the failures of this past year.

Can I really afford to fail again?

What comes next? What happens now? I wish I could see into the future. I wish I could know how this is all going to end.

No matter how I’m feeling, high or low, one thing never changes. I still always want them to pay. That will never change. That’s the only reason why I’m still here. Someday, somehow I’ll make them pay...whatever the cost, even if it’s my own life, I’ll pay it, just to see them fall.

I finish off my letter to no-one, precisely drawing a full-stop at the end of the last sentence, before ripping it sharply out of the notebook and scrunching it up into a scratchy boulder, chucking it into the toilet and slamming down the flush. All I can do is hope that one day I will succeed, and that on that day, they’ll pay for everything they’ve done, to me and to everyone else.

“Annabeth? Where the hell are you?” Beverley calls out from some distance away. I sigh, moving on and heading downstairs to get back to business. Today, I’ll plan. Tomorrow, they’ll pay.

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