THE STONE MAW
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CHAPTER TWO
THE STONE MAW
The first thing Layla noticed about the Stone Maw Syndicate wasn’t the guards or the weapons it was the silence.
Not the peaceful kind, but the heavy, deliberate kind. The kind that made every whisper sound like a sin.
Her “room” was a narrow chamber carved from dark stone. A small window overlooked the inner courtyard, where Syndicate members trained under the gray morning sky. She could see Jugo there bare-armed, swinging his blade with precise, fluid motions. Every strike looked effortless. Controlled.
She told herself she wasn’t watching. But she was.
A soft knock pulled her from the window.
A young woman stepped inside, her arms full of folded clothes. Her hair was tied back, her expression cautious but curious.
“Miss Ayinder said you’d need these,” the girl said. “I’m Elin. Kitchen hand sometimes messenger.”
Layla offered a faint smile. “Thank you, Elin.”
The girl lingered. “You’re the one they found in the forest, right? People are talking.”
“About what?”
“That you’re bad luck. Survivors usually aren’t brought back here.” Elin hesitated, lowering her voice. “But I don’t think you look like trouble.”
Layla managed a quiet laugh. “You’d be surprised.”
When Elin left, Layla slipped on the plain clothes a black tunic and gray trousers and looked at herself in the mirror. The woman staring back looked small, harmless. She’d made herself forgettable. That was the plan.
A short while later, a soldier came to summon her.
“Boss wants to see you,” he said curtly.
Layla followed him down a series of cold corridors, her mind racing. Mara again, maybe Ayinder too. Stay calm. Stay small.
But instead of the grand council hall, the soldier led her outside to the courtyard where Jugo trained.
He turned when he heard them approach, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his arm. His eyes met hers briefly, unreadable as ever.
“Boss is busy,” the soldier muttered. “Said you could show her around.”
Jugo frowned. “I’m not a tour guide.”
“Orders,” the man said, already walking off.
Layla hid a smirk. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”
For a moment, he said nothing. Then he sighed. “Fine. Stay close.”
They walked past the training yard, the armory, the underground forges where sparks leapt like fireflies. The Syndicate was more organized than she’d expected less like criminals, more like a shadow government. Everything ran on strict routine and quiet fear.
“How long have you been with them?” Layla asked.
“Long enough,” he replied.
“Is that your way of saying ‘don’t ask’?”
He gave her a sidelong look. “You learn fast.”
She shrugged. “You’re not exactly hard to read.”
That earned her a short laugh low, unexpected. “You think so?”
“Yeah. You act like you don’t care about anything. But you didn’t kill me in the forest. You could have.”
His smile faded. “You were unarmed.”His smile faded. “You were unarmed.”
“Lots of people were. That didn’t stop the others.”
A muscle in his jaw tensed, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he pointed to a tall building at the far end of the courtyard. “That’s the infirmary. If Ayinder’s keeping you alive, you’ll probably spend time there.”
“Why?”
“She runs tests. On blood. On people.”
Layla’s stomach turned. She looked away quickly, afraid her reaction would show too much.
They walked in silence after that until they reached the observation tower overlooking the forest. The view was endless a sea of dark trees swallowing the horizon. Somewhere beyond those woods lay the ashes of her pack.
“You miss it,” Jugo said quietly.
She blinked. “What?”
“Whatever life you had before this.”
Layla hesitated. “Don’t you?”
He leaned on the railing, looking out at the fog. “I stopped thinking about that a long time ago.”
The honesty in his voice startled her. It wasn’t self pity. Just truth.
She studied him for a moment the scar along his jaw, the way his eyes softened when he wasn’t on guard. There was something human under all that armor. Something she hadn’t expected to find here.
A bell rang in the distance, breaking the spell.
Jugo straightened. “Time’s up. Ayinder wants you in the labs. Don’t keep her waiting.”
He started to leave, then paused, glancing back at her. “If she asks you questions don’t lie badly. She hates that.”
Layla gave a faint, daring smile. “Then maybe she’ll hate me.”
He looked at her for a long moment, an unreadable flicker in his eyes half warning, half something else. Then he walked away, his footsteps echoing against the stone.
When he disappeared around the corner, Layla exhaled. Her pulse was racing, and she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or something far more dangerous.
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