Viktoria POV
How I know what the task master Cephas has, I cannot explain.
There is no clear line of thought, no careful diagnosis in a lab like the physicians do. I just know. The certainty is much like the way I know which way is up or dawn, or how much I love Marco. I just know. It is like I told him before he smacked me in the face and sent me into the dark, he has tuberculosis.
If I do nothing, he will die before the truck that is meant to take us back to the alpha house arrives. I push myself closer to him, ignoring the ache screaming through my body. He lies sprawled on the ground, his breathing shallow and uneven, his skin clammy beneath my fingers.
Other workers gather around us, mumbling their shock, asking themselves what I’m up to.
“The truck?” I ask.
Ruby kneels besid
