He pressed his lips together as we descended the stairs toward a waiting Dr. Hatchet, the crowd’s screams ringing in my ears. “They’d better. We can’t do this alone.”
And if we didn’t have the support of the people outside Elsewhere, too, then we were already dead.
Supply and Demand
The highest-ranking Blackcoats gathered in the living room of the luxurious Mercer Manor, a mansion that had been built inside Elsewhere to house Jonathan and Hannah Mercer. It served as our headquarters now, and most of the rebel leaders were hulking and scarred soldiers who appeared extremely out of place beside crystal vases filled with fake flowers and paintings of pastel landscapes. They looked as uncomfortable sitting on the fancy gilded sofaas I felt standing underneath a portrait of Frederick. The wa
