*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?


21. Chapter 21

“So in the end her death was sort of an accident?” Quinn checks. We’re all gathered in the corner of the hotel lobby, we booked into a new place a few hours ago, miles away from where we were when Grace got hit.

“Well I did shoot her in the ankle, and I was going to shoot her anyway so not really…I think?” I sigh, becoming more and more confused with each second that I spent thinking about it.

“The important thing is that she’s dead. ” Daniel reminds us, “We did it. She’s gone, she can’t hurt anyone else.” We all murmur in agreement, our consciences completely untarnished. In the end Grace got more than she deserved.

“What about the other guy...Charles? He’s part of that organisation too right?” Quinn remembers, “I mean, what do we do next? What should we do next?”

“Charles is a coward, he doesn’t get his own hands dirty, he sits behind the scenes. With Grace gone he’ll probably go into hiding, lay low somewhere. We should check every once in a while just to be sure, but he’s not as much as a threat when he’s on his own.” Beverley explains, “As for what our next step should be, well, that’s obvious isn’t it? One down two to go? It’s time to finish what we started, and go after Luci and Elda.”

“We’ll need a different approach,” Zacharia chips in, “They’ll have heard about Grace, if we try to pull the same trick on them they’ll see us coming.”

“It’ll have to be good too,” Daniel agrees, “Something they’ll never see coming.”

“What about…?”

“We could try...”

“I think-”

“I need some air.” I mutter, getting up from the table, already overwhelmed by the conversation.

I head out into the street, resting my back against the wall and staring up towards the murky dark sky. The sun set a few minutes ago, and the sky is a mixture of grey, black, and dull pink. There’s too much cloud cover for a single star to be visible up there either. It just all so depressing. So underwhelming. So typical. But I didn’t come out here to look at the sky. I came her to do it in private. Because I knew the memories were coming, and I knew I couldn’t stop them. But I could get away to the crowded streets and the disappointing sky. And that was somehow better.

I can see it in your eyes. You don’t have the guts. Not anymore. You’ve grieved too much to value life so little.

I can’t get Grace’s words out of my head. The way she laughed when she saw me standing there with the gun...she was so certain that I wouldn’t shoot. I think back to two years ago. When we were all there in the alleyway with Grace and Charles, when Elda betrayed us and Luci took us captive. Back then, she would have believed me if I told her I’d shoot. She would have flinched, or stepped back, or froze where she stood...but she certainly wouldn’t have laughed. I suppose that was the night everything changed. After that we were taken to Luci’s base, where Max was shot when we escaped, and Elia shot herself trying, whatever it was she was trying to do it got her killed so that’s that. It changed everything, that night. Since then everything's just been an attempt at clambering back up to the top.

If I’d shot Grace that night it wouldn’t have changed anything though. Luci would have still taken us all prisoner, and we’d still have escaped, and none of that would be any different.

Because Grace didn’t shoot Max, Elda did. Grace didn’t make Elia kill herself, Luci did.

At the end of the day Grace killed a lot of people, but she never did it directly. She was a politician. She had an army to do all of those things for her. She organised horrible and disgusting attacks, and left so many people to die for her cause, but she wasn’t the person haunting my dreams. For the past two and a half years, ever since that night at the hotel, that person has been Luci. Grace Yews was my opponent, and I feel happier knowing that she’s out of the picture, but Luci Reeds is my enemy, and until she’s on her knees in front of me I’ll never truly feel like justice has been served. Only when Luci Reeds is dead will my hand stop shaking.

Because in some ways Grace was right, I do value life more now. But there is one life that is worth nothing to me, one life that is more meaningless than an umbrella in a drought, and that’s hers.

“You okay?” Quinn calls out to me, coming up behind me, Daniel at her side.

“Yeah...yeah I’m fine.” I sigh, “Just a bit spaced out, you know?”

“Course.” Daniel nods, “You coming back inside soon? I think we could really use your input on this one.”

“Maybe in a minute…” I trail off, “I just need a moment to stop and pause.”

“Do, feel bad?” Quinn asks cautiously, “Because if you do then you shouldn't, I mean, in the end it wasn’t even really your fault, and anyway-”

“Believe me, in regards to Grace Yews, my conscience is squeaky clean.” I cut her off, “I’m just...tired, that’s all.”


“Yeah, tired.” I nod, “I’m just...tired.”

“Me too.” Daniel laughs, “In fact, I’m exhausted. But I’m also determined, I’m determined to bring this all to an end.”

Me too, I think to myself, smiling. I want so badly for this all to be over, but I know I can’t get desperate, desperate people make mistakes, they slip up, I have to act like I could fight this war for another ten years, if not that, even longer. I think back to the stone slab, that great rock with all those small, intricate carvings, a memoriam to the suffering of so many. I let the thought motivate me, I let it revilitate me. This is bigger than just me, and that rock says it all, I fight for every name...

“I have an idea.” I announce suddenly, a plan forming in my mind.

“Great, come on, let’s go tell Zacharia and Beverley.” Quinn smiles, getting excited.

“No- they won’t like this, we have to do this ourselves.” I argue.

“What? Is it dangerous?” Daniel guesses, tactfully not saying that he won’t take part if it is.

“Not dangerous...more unorthodox.” I try to explain, “It’s a bit sentimental’s stupid, but...I don’t know- it could work.”

“It sounds dangerous.” Quinn points out, “What’s the idea?”

“I want to go back there,” I reveal, now speaking directly to Daniel, “I want to go back there with the stone slab and that’s where I want it to happen.”

“What’s going to happen?” He asks.

“Luci Reed is going to answer for her crimes.”

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