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  “Thank you.” Chauser nodded politely at Hinks as he took charge of the tiny instrument of torture. “Now, Jameson, you may approach.”

  I came forward slowly, my heart pounding and my stomach rolling. I was afraid I might faint or be sick or both but I forced my legs to keep walking anyway. This is the only way, I reminded myself. The only way to save Kristopher. I have to do it.

  “All right. Place you wrist on the chopping block,” Headmaster Chauser commanded.

  The block itself was made of cold, black metal. I shivered as I laid my hand, palm down, on its chilly surface. It’ll be all right, I tried to tell myself. It will only hurt for a minute. I hoped, anyway.

  “This is your last chance, Jameson,” Chauser intoned. “I don’t like taking a hand—it’s the only part of my job I truly loathe. But I won’t be made a fool of. Tell me where your brother is now or face the consequences.”

  I was shaking at that point, shaking and sweating with fear but I forced myself to keep my hand on the block. “Please, sir,” I croaked. “I…I’ll take the consequences.”

  “As you wish,” Chauser said. “On the count of three, then. One…two…” The laser beam blade was already in motion as he said, “Thr—”

  “Stop!”

  Headmaster Chauser cursed and pressed the terminate button as the door to his office burst inward. The glowing beam cut off abruptly and the last person I had expected to see walked in—my father.

  “What the hell is going on here, Chauser?” he shouted, coming to stand over me. Father was a big man and he towered over the headmaster as well as myself. “What’s this I hear about you having admitted my daughter instead of my son to your God forsaken school?”

  “Admiral J-Jameson?” Chauser stuttered, turned pale. From the look on his face, I could tell that he hadn’t yet contacted my father and hadn’t expected to have to deal with him so soon. So then, who had called Father? Hinks? I looked at the headmaster’s assistant who was wringing his hands in agitation—probably not. Then who?

  The question was wiped from my mind by the shouting match that began between the headmaster and my father. Both of them held the other to blame and neither wanted to admit any culpability at all.

  “Your daughter willfully and deliberately infiltrated The Royal Academy with the express intention of defrauding us all,” Chauser accused, pointing at me.

  “You idiot! She couldn’t have ‘infiltrated’ this damn place without you letting her in the first place. She’s a girl for God’s sake. Are you telling me you’re too stupid to tell the difference between male and female?”

  The headmaster’s face went from white to red. “She was very convincing. She wore her brother’s clothes, cut her hair… She fooled everyone.”

  Father snorted contemptuously. “Everyone without half a brain in their head. Tell me, Chauser, if someone put a saddle on a cow would you try to ride the damn thing?”

  Chauser’s face went even darker. “Now look here, stop trying to put the blame on me. The Academy is innocent of any wrongdoing. It is your daughter who has perpetrated fraud. I was just about to enact the punishment for her actions when you burst in and stopped me.”

  “And a damn good thing I did, too,” Father said icily. “Just look at her.” He gave me a disgusted look. “All her hair cut off, and…is that a piercing I see in your ear, young lady?” He looked at me in disbelief. “Isn’t it bad enough you’ve been living unmarried among males all this time? You had to go and brand yourself a prossie too?”

  I flushed and put a hand protectively to the silver and onyx stud North had given me. “That’s not what this means. It was a gift.”

  “From who?” he roared. “One of the males you serviced while you were here?”

  “Now, wait a minute, Jameson.” Headmaster Chauser stepped forward. “I must take issue with that. As far as I’ve been able to discern, there has been no improper, er, sexual conduct here. Your daughter managed to keep her identity secret from everyone here—even her roommate—through extreme modesty.”

  “That’s right,” Hinks said, stepping up to stand beside the headmaster. “She may be a liar but she’s not a whore.”

  I flashed Hinks a look of gratitude but clearly the good word he and the headmaster were putting in for me wasn’t getting through to Father. He was looking at me as though I was something he’d scraped from the bottom of his boot.

  “It doesn’t matter if she is or not, that’s how she’ll be seen in Victoria. She’s been living like a harlot and that’s how she’ll be perceived.” He glared at the headmaster. “And now you want to amputate a limb—as if I won’t have a hard enough time finding a husband to take her off my hands.”

  His words broke the ice which seemed to have frozen me to the spot. “I don’t want to get married, Father!” I said, looking up at him. “I want to navigate a starship.”

  “Don’t expose your ignorance, Kristina—that’s no occupation for a female,” Father snarled.

  “Maybe not in Victoria,” I countered. “But I could get a commission in the private sector. I’m at the top of all my classes here. Just ask the headmaster.”

  “He, er, she does consistently outscore all her other classmates in every subject,” Headmaster Chauser admitted reluctantly. “In fact before all this, er, came to light I was going to recommend Jameson here for early placement into The Corps.”

  “See?” I rounded on Father. “I’m smart, Father—not just some stupid little female you can dismiss because I don’t happen to have the right set of equipment between my legs. Why don’t you just disown me and let me be? I can—”

  Father’s big hand came out of nowhere, slapping me so hard I saw stars. The impact knocked me off my feet and I lay on the floor, stunned, my ears ringing.

  “You listen to me, Kristina,” he growled, in a low, menacing voice. “You are just a stupid female and you’ll do as I say. I’ll find you a husband all right—one who’ll take you far from my sight and beat you every day if he pleases. Then and only then will I wash my hands of you.”

  “Father, please,” I gasped but he hauled me roughly to my feet and shook me.

  “Until I find a man willing to take you, you’re to shut your mouth and keep it shut. Is that clear?”

  His breath was hot and rank on my face and I had never seen him so angry. I was glad that Kristopher wasn’t here. Glad that he was beyond my father’s reach. But it was clear Father was going to make sure I was miserable the rest of my life in order to pay for my deception and my brother’s freedom.

  “I said, is that clear?” Father barked, shaking me again.

  “Yes.” I lifted my chin and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, it’s perfectly clear, Father. You hate me and you want to make me pay.”

  He didn’t even try to deny it. “You’ll pay all right, missy,” he snarled, wrapping one hand around my wrist in an iron grip. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish you’d lost the hand instead. Now, come on.”

  He jerked me out of the headmaster’s office, leaving Chauser and Hinks behind with grim looks on their faces.

  Father dragged me down the long hallway and out into the outer lobby area. There, sitting on a chair, apparently waiting for an audience with the headmaster was North.

  He gave me a startled look. “Jameson?”

  “North!” My heart leapt in my chest. “North, I wanted to say—”

  “Come on.” Father jerked on my arm when I tried to stop and talk but I resisted. This would be the last chance I had to set the record straight—I didn’t want to leave The Academy without trying to explain myself.

  “No,” I said, leaning back against Father’s punishing grip. “I have something to say to North.”

  “No, you don’t.” Father’s face was growing red with anger again. “I told you, you’re to keep your mouth shut.” He turned an unfriendly gaze on North. “Who is he, anyway—one of the boys you serviced? What do you want to say to him?”

  “Whatever it is, it’s