Allied
By Amy Tintera
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In the final book in the New York Times bestselling Ruined series, the romance of The Selection and the epic stakes of Red Queen come together in a story of revenge, adventure, and unexpected love.
Emelina Flores and her sister, Olivia, were determined to bring peace to the people of Ruina. But as the war for liberation raged on, what triumph and freedom meant to Em and Olivia slowly changed. As Olivia’s violence and thirst for vengeance became her only ambition, Em was left to pick up the pieces.
But it’s not only Em who is upset by Olivia’s increased violence. Other members of the Ruined army are beginning to see the cracks, and soon a small group of them defects from Olivia’s army and joins Em instead.
The two sisters are soon pitted against each other in an epic battle for the kingdom and the future, and only one will win.
Amy Tintera
Amy Tintera is the New York Times bestselling author of the Reboot and Ruined series. She earned degrees in journalism and film and worked in Hollywood before becoming an author. She lives in Los Angeles, California, where she can usually be found staring into space, dreaming up ways to make her characters run for their lives. Visit her online at amytintera.com. Twitter: @amytintera Instagram: @amytintera
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Book three, Allied finishes off the Ruined trilogy. This is a fantasy series.Emelina is trying to control her sister Olivia, but Olivia kills any human she encounters. Reasoning with her is impossible. Aren wants to rescue Iria, but he can’t leave Olivia because he is stronger than her. If needed, Aren will have to protect the unprotected. Cas, meanwhile, is working to be a king, someone his people trust and admire. If Em returns to him, will his people accept a Ruined?It’s inevitable that a battle between sisters will ensure that Galo, Aren, Cas, Iria, the people of Lera, and the people of Ruina will be in the middle. Olivia cannot use her powers on Em, but Olivia needs to be the dominant leader and undermine Em. To be a leader, one must have followers. When Em leaves, Olivia finds that she cannot strategize. She just kills--that’s her strategy. Will her followers stay? Can she hold the Ruina together? Em, however, has purpose and is a natural leader, so some of the Ruina follow her. Fate wants Cas and Em together, as circumstances constantly bring them together. So, how can they keep the other kingdoms from attacking, repair Lera, get Ruina and Lerans living together, rescue Iria, and contain Olivia before they all die?I enjoyed the trilogy. Just a warning--it’s a violent trilogy, but the violence is fantastical. The Ruina use their minds, which one can’t do in real life. What they do with their minds is pretty violent, so be aware. Fictional violence doesn’t bother me, so I enjoyed the final book in the trilogy. What I like about the trilogy is that the characters are basically honest. Often in stories, characters lie or a character mis-understands something which moves the plot. In this trilogy, the romance partners actually are kind to one another; they have arguments, but they are typical of a couple in the circumstances they are in; and, they don’t lie to each other. The plot is based around controlling Olivia and Jovita, who only want power and don’t make decisions that help the majority of their people.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wonderful end to the series! I love Emelina and Casimir so much! There was a lot more character building in the last book which I really appreciated. Galo has deffinately become a new favorite of mine as well as Mateo. I loved how this ended and I hope that the future of Cas and Em is bright! Anyway, wonderful writing from Amy Tintera! Can't wait to read more of her stuff!
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Allied - Amy Tintera
ONE
EMELINA FLORES WAS no one’s hero.
Smoke filled the air. Distantly, she heard someone laugh. The sound was manically gleeful, and Em knew it was her sister, Olivia. She didn’t turn around to confirm.
The flames licked up the white pillars at the front of the governor’s home. It was a large, cheery two-story home, the first thing that greeted visitors to the town of Westhaven. There was no reason to destroy it.
Except that it pleased Olivia.
Em glanced over her shoulder. Olivia Flores stood a few paces away, the flames illuminating her delighted face. Her dark hair blew in the wind. Beside her, Jacobo grinned at the flames he’d created. He could also use his Ruined magic to make rain and extinguish the flames, but that wasn’t how this game was played.
Behind her, about a hundred Ruined huddled together. They were all the Ruined left in the entire world. They’d had more just a few weeks ago, in Ruina, when they thought they could return to their home and live in peace. But Olivia would never find peace.
Aren stood next to Em, both of them a safe distance from the fire. He nudged her arm and nodded at something ahead. She followed his gaze.
The people of Westhaven were fleeing. Some carried bags and rode horses, but most were on foot, running away without a single belonging. Hundreds of them streamed down the street, all headed east. East was Royal City, and the castle. East was Cas—King Casimir.
It was not the first time Em and Olivia had taken over a town and driven the human inhabitants away. But it was the first time they’d done it in Lera.
Em looked at Olivia again. Her sister saw the humans, but she made no move to stop them. She caught Em’s eye and made a face like, Are you happy now?
Em nodded like she was. She’d always been good at lying.
There are people in that house,
Aren said, pointing to where a woman’s face was pressed to a window, mouth open like she was screaming. Em couldn’t hear her at this distance.
Olivia blocked the doors.
And Em was no one’s hero.
Em had suggested the Ruined invade Westhaven, the town west of Royal City. It was far enough from the castle to keep Cas safe, but not so far that Em couldn’t reach him if she needed. She’d studied Lera when making her plan to steal Princess Mary’s identity and marry Cas, and she knew the surrounding cities well. It took only a day to reach Westhaven on foot from Royal City.
Come on,
Olivia said to Jacobo. Let’s go make sure the rest of the buildings are empty.
She strode past Em and Aren.
No more fires,
Em said quietly.
Olivia paused, glancing over her shoulder. Sorry?
No more fires. We need somewhere to sleep.
Whatever you say, sister.
Jacobo turned so he was walking backward. He grinned at the fire again. I’ll put that one out in a while, before it spreads. But let’s not rush.
Because if he rushed, the people inside might survive. He stared at Em like he was challenging her to bring up that point.
Fine,
Em said.
He turned around and walked with Olivia down the dirt road that curved into town. Ahead of them, the windows of homes and buildings were bright against the night sky, candles and lanterns left lit as the inhabitants fled.
The Ruined trickled after Olivia and Jacobo. Mariana bit her lip as she passed Em, obviously looking for a plan or direction. Mariana had once thought Em was inept as well as useless; now she always looked to her for guidance.
Em had nothing.
A scream drifted out of the house. The woman had disappeared from the window, perhaps giving up after realizing Olivia had tied the bigger windows shut, winding pieces of rope through the handles. Em hoped she’d gone to get a chair or something to try to break it.
Em,
Aren said softly.
Go with the Ruined,
she said, and took a step toward the house.
Do you want help?
he asked.
No.
She wouldn’t ask Aren to help with a fire. They’d both been caught in the flames that destroyed the Ruina castle—their home—but only Aren bore the scars, his dark skin covered in them from the waist up to his neck. The scars she’d acquired in the Olso castle fire were far less serious. They only covered her left arm and some of her torso.
Em glanced back at Aren as she walked toward the house. He was ignoring her order to go with the other Ruined. He stood rooted in place, watching her. Perhaps he was curious if she was actually going to save those people.
She was curious herself.
There was a door on the west side of the house, a heavy box in front of it. She pushed the box out of the way and stuck her hand in her coat. She turned her face away as she grasped the door handle with her coat-covered hand and flung it open. She quickly stepped back. Smoke poured out of the open door.
Hey,
she said, her voice barely a whisper. She cleared her throat. A quick scan of the area confirmed only Aren was nearby. Hey! Is there anyone in there?
she called again, louder.
A figure appeared in the smoke. It was a woman, a white cloth pressed to her mouth. She coughed as she darted out of the house. A small child trailed behind her, his mouth also covered by a rag.
The woman collapsed into Em, a mess of tears and hysteria. Em stumbled backward and the woman’s hands found nothing but air. She hit her knees. She immediately turned and grabbed her son. Tears streaked down his cheeks.
Are you all right?
she practically screamed to the boy. He coughed and nodded. She clutched him close to her chest and turned back to Em. Thank you. Thank you . . . so . . . much.
Her sobs made it hard to talk.
Em rubbed her thumb across her O necklace, her sister’s necklace, but quickly dropped it when she realized her sister would not approve of what she was doing.
You need to leave,
she said. Now.
The woman stood on shaky legs and scooped her son off the ground. Her cheeks were smudged with soot, and she blinked at Em through watery eyes. She was clearly trying to figure out who Em was.
Emelina Flores,
Em said.
The woman sucked in a breath. All of Lera knew who Em was. The girl who had killed the princess of Vallos and impersonated her in order to marry the prince. The girl who had partnered with the kingdom of Olso to launch an attack on Royal City and invade Lera.
You rode with King Casimir to take back Royal City,
the woman said.
Em’s eyebrows shot up. She’d done that as well, just two days ago. News traveled fast.
Go to Royal City,
Em said. Ask for an audience with the king. They’ll give it to you if you tell them you have a message about me.
The woman nodded, wiping the tears from her face. She squared her shoulders, as if happy to have been given a task.
Tell Cas—King Casimir—that we’re here.
The woman nodded with more enthusiasm than was necessary. I’ll tell him you saved me.
Em wasn’t going to ask for that, and she felt both embarrassed and proud as she imagined the woman relaying that to Cas.
You’ll make the right decision.
He’d said those words to her just a day ago, the last time she saw him. He’d been so confident she would choose him that she wouldn’t let her sister destroy everything. She almost wished she could see his face when he discovered he was right.
He would probably be smug. And unsurprised.
Tell him I will find a way to get a message to him, eventually,
Em said.
I can take it,
the woman said eagerly.
I don’t have a plan. Maybe don’t tell him that part. Or, do. I don’t know.
The woman squinted, some of the confidence slipping from her expression. Em knew the feeling. She’d lied to Olivia—and to Aren, and to everyone—when she said she had a plan of what to do next. In reality, she had had no idea.
Just tell him he’s safe for now. But I need time to figure out the next step.
The woman appeared reassured. I will.
Em pointed east. Go.
The woman stepped forward, tears filling her eyes again as she closed her fingers around Em’s arm. Thank you so much. I’ll tell everyone you saved me.
The woman turned and ran. A disbelieving laugh escaped Em’s lips.
Emelina Flores, the girl who killed the princess, the girl who destroyed Lera, the girl who rode with the king to put it back together.
Emelina Flores, the hero.
No one would believe it.
TWO
"THE RUINED DO not have horns." Cas tried to keep the exasperation from his voice, but it crept in anyway.
The man in front of him gave him a deeply suspicious look. I’ve seen paintings.
The artist took some liberties.
Cas shifted on his throne. The Great Hall was full of Lera citizens lined up to talk to him. The room was sometimes filled with tables for dining, or featured musicians at the back wall so people could dance. But today the hall was empty, tables cleared out, only a blue rug running up the center of the room that stopped at Cas’s feet. His guards stood on either side of him and mingled with the people, checking baskets for weapons.
He’d insisted they take a few days for the people of Lera to bring their questions about the Ruined to him, and the guards were doing their best to keep him safe in the process. Cas thought the number of guards in the room was excessive, but just recently he’d been stabbed, shot by an arrow, and poisoned, so what did he know?
Two hours in, and he was starting to doubt this plan. Most of the people of Lera had never even seen a Ruined, and the rumors had not been kind to them. An alliance with the Ruined felt unrealistic at best.
Are you sure?
the man asked, still skeptical about the horns. His wrinkled face was scrunched up like he’d have to rethink every idea he’d ever had. Or he thought Cas was insane. The latter was more likely, actually.
Positive. I have met many Ruined.
The man must have known this—everyone knew Cas had married Emelina Flores, that Olivia had killed his mother, and that he’d spent time with the Ruined in Vallos after being poisoned by his own cousin—but he still didn’t seem convinced.
Thank you for coming,
Cas said. The man opened his mouth to say more, but two guards swooped in to show him to the door. The guards around him were much more stiff and serious than Galo, Cas’s best friend and captain of his guard. Galo had asked for a few days off to travel north and check on his family, and Cas had agreed.
Would you like to take a break?
Violet asked. She stood next to him, greeting people as they came in and introducing herself as the governor of the southern province. Violet put people at ease, with her pretty face and calm smile.
No. Let’s keep going. I want to at least get through everyone in the room.
She nodded and beckoned for the guards to let the next woman come forward. She bowed her head as she approached, her light hair falling over her shoulders as she did it.
Is it true the Ruined can kill you with just one look?
she asked as she straightened.
That is true,
he said. Some of them can. But I think it’s more important that they chose not to, don’t you think?
And so it continued for an hour, the people asking questions and Cas trying his best to answer them. Some of them were outright hostile, like the woman who yelled that Cas’s father and grandfather and great-grandfather would be ashamed that their descendant defended the Ruined. Considering Cas’s father was dead as a direct result of his Ruined policies, he couldn’t muster up much of a reaction to that.
He spent a lot of time actively trying not to think about his dead mother and father. He’d had time to slow down and really think about what had happened to them since returning to the castle. He was occasionally overwhelmed with grief, then with guilt, for missing people who had murdered so many. It was better to just not think of them at all.
Luckily most of the Lerans who had come to talk to him were kind enough not to bring up the late king and queen. Few were supportive of his ideas about the Ruined, but there were some who were just curious, and it gave Cas hope. The Ruined and Lerans wouldn’t be best friends anytime soon, but perhaps they could be in the same room without killing each other.
There’s one more,
Violet said when Cas finally rose from his throne. But I think you should take this one in private.
The guard led them out of the hall. The Grand Hall was on the second floor of the castle, which hadn’t been damaged by the Olso invasion weeks before. The first floor had blackened walls and some rooms that were nearly totally destroyed. But the second floor was still bright and merry, the walls painted red and green and blue and purple—a different shade every time you turned a corner.
Cas’s office was also on the second floor, an office that had technically been his father’s but was rarely used. The late king had preferred to take meetings in his private library, where there were comfortable chairs and a view of the ocean. Cas liked the small office, tucked away in the west corner of the castle.
A young woman waited in front of the office door with four guards. Her clothes were dark with dirt or soot, but her face was bright like she’d just scrubbed it clean. A little boy stood next to her.
Your Majesty,
the woman said with a bow of her head. Thank you for seeing me.
Of course. Please come in.
He opened the door to the office and swept inside. A large wooden desk was to his left, shelves of books stretching up the wall behind it. Directly in front of him was a tall window overlooking the west entrance of the castle with four chairs and a small round table in front of it. As usual, a jug of water and a pot of tea were on the table, along with some breads and sweets. They were replenished several times a day, though Cas never saw the staff member do it.
He gestured for the woman and the boy to sit. The little boy scurried to the table, eyeing the pastries.
Please, help yourself,
he said. The woman nodded to the little boy. His eyes lit up, and he grabbed a tart and plunked down in one of the chairs.
The woman extended a tin to Cas as he sat. It’s cheese bread. I know it’s your favorite.
Thank you,
he said with a smile, even though it would have to be thrown out. He wasn’t allowed to eat anything that wasn’t prepared under strict supervision of a guard, or was prepared by Cas himself, which always gave the kitchen staff a laugh.
The guard took the tin from Cas’s hands. Three guards had followed them into the office, including the one hovering over his shoulder.
What can I do for you?
Cas asked the woman.
I’ve come with a message from Emelina Flores.
Cas’s eyebrows shot up. Violet,
he said quietly.
Please wait outside,
Violet said to the guards.
Your Majesty—
the hovering guard began.
I will call if I need you,
Cas said firmly. The guard obviously wanted to argue, but he quickly shuffled out of the room, taking his two friends with him. Violet looked at him questioningly, and he motioned for her to stay. She closed the door and walked across the room to join them.
Cas turned back to the woman. Where did you see Emelina Flores?
Westhaven. I am—was—a maid in the governor’s household. The Ruined have taken over the town.
Cas already knew this. He’d sent soldiers to follow the Ruined and they’d reported back just yesterday about the Ruined’s movements.
Emelina said you’re safe for now, but she needs some time to figure out the next step. She’ll get another message to you eventually.
A smile twitched at Cas’s lips. He’d already assumed as much, but it was nice to hear.
She saved me,
the woman said. She gestured to her son. Both of us. The Ruined lit the house on fire and trapped us inside, but she saved us.
I’m not surprised,
Cas said. She’s not what people say.
The woman nodded enthusiastically. She’s not. I’ve been telling people.
Good. Keep doing that.
He paused, cracking a knuckle. How . . . how was she? Did she look all right?
She seemed well. Taller than I expected.
He chuckled. Yes.
I don’t think the other Ruined knew what she was doing when she saved me. She waited until they left.
He nodded. There was no way Olivia knew Em had rescued this woman. Olivia was probably the one who lit the house on fire. Do you have a place to stay?
The woman shook her head, worry crossing her face as she glanced at the little boy still happily eating his tart.
We have shelters set up.
He turned to Violet. Will you have someone take them to the kitchen for a meal, then to the shelter?
Of course, Your Majesty,
Violet said.
Thank you for bringing the message,
Cas said to the woman. Violet opened the door to relay instructions to the guards.
The woman bowed to Cas again as she left. The boy trailed after her, his eyes round as he stared at Cas. His mouth was now smeared with cherry.
Violet shut the door. Cas strode across the office to his desk and flopped down in his chair. How long until my next meeting? And what is my next meeting, by the way? Have they narrowed down candidates for my secretary? You shouldn’t have to know all this.
Violet walked to his desk and sat down in one of the chairs placed in front of it. She’d been indispensable in the fortress, and had proved to be an even more powerful ally as they worked to secure Cas’s power as king. Yes, they have a couple of candidates. You’ll meet with them soon. And your next meeting is in half an hour with me and the new governors. They’ve found Jovita.
Cas looked up quickly. They found her? When?
We just received word. A few soldiers are following her, discreetly, like you asked. But she’s amassed an army of hunters and former soldiers who betrayed you—a small army, but it’s bigger than when she left Lera a few days ago.
And you think this army . . . is to attack me?
You, and the Ruined. Perhaps not in that order. She’s headed west, which is worrying us.
Why?
Because there’s nothing west, except the jungle. Until you get to Olso.
He took in a sharp breath. You think she’s going to make a deal with August.
We can’t be sure. She could just be planning to hide in the jungle for a while. But our messenger said she’s showed no signs of stopping yet.
Anger bubbled in his veins, more intense than he had expected. Jovita had already lost to the Ruined once. She’d sent hundreds of Lera soldiers to Ruina to be slaughtered by them. She’d lost to Cas, too, when the majority of Lerans had aligned behind him. But she refused to accept defeat, even at a point when Lera was in danger of being attacked by Olivia.
Would they be able to kill her? The soldiers who are following her?
Cas asked. The words popped out of his mouth so suddenly he was almost surprised to hear them.
Violet appeared surprised as well. I’m sure they could, if you gave that order before she reached the Olso border.
He should have killed her himself, when he had the chance. He’d told Em that he would, then he’d hesitated until it was too late. He would have saved himself a lot of trouble by just getting rid of her.
The thought startled him, and he looked up at Violet to see her wearing a slightly alarmed expression. His anger must have been apparent.
We’ll discuss it at the meeting,
he said, dropping his eyes to his desk.
Sure.
Violet stood. Is there anything else?
He kept his gaze on his desk, pretending to examine a list of refugees in Royal City shelters. Is it possible to find out—for sure—if Jovita was the one who poisoned me at the fortress?
We could certainly try. You don’t think it was her?
I do, but she always denied it. I’d like to know for sure.
I will see if anyone has information.
Thank you.
Perhaps it would be easier to order Jovita’s death if he knew, definitively, that she had tried to kill him. Surely that would help ease the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. She deserved to die. He just needed to be certain of it.
THREE
GALO WAS A fantastic, diligent, and admirable man. At least according to his parents. The praise was unexpected and, surprisingly, unwelcome.
His father beamed at him from across the dinner table. Galo had only been home a few hours, but already he’d seen his father smile more in that time than he had in his entire life.
His mother placed a tray of fruit for dessert in the middle of the table, putting a hand on Mateo’s shoulder for a moment as she did it. Galo had never brought home a boyfriend before, and his parents seemed thrilled with Mateo. But they seemed thrilled by everything Galo did at the moment.
Will you be making any changes to the guard now that you’re back in the castle?
his father asked.
Um.
Galo shifted in his seat. He was most taken aback by his father’s exuberance over his job as captain of the king’s guard. He’d been a perpetual disappointment to his demanding father, and when Galo had left three years ago to join the guard his father had said something along the lines of I guess you won’t be able to find anything better.
But now Galo had the highest job of any guard in the castle, and even his father couldn’t find something to complain about.
I haven’t thought about it much,
Galo lied. We’re still adjusting.
This is delicious,
Mateo said, chewing on a mango and clearly trying to save Galo from this conversation. He knew that the last thing Galo wanted to talk about right now was the job of guarding Cas. It was part of the reason Galo had come home.
There’s plenty more if you want,
Galo’s mother said with a smile. It was true—the kitchen was well stocked with food, the house untouched by war. Galo’s parents weren’t wealthy, but they’d always had enough to eat and a comfortable home.
He hadn’t been sure it would still be standing. He’d left Royal City yesterday fearing the worst, actually—that his home was gone and his parents were dead. But the Olso warriors had never ventured very far north, instead focusing their resources on the two largest cities, Royal City and Gallego City. His hometown, Mareton, was the same as it had always been. The people there wouldn’t have even known there was a war going on if it weren’t for messengers bringing word from other parts of the country.
I’ve heard the Ruined are still in Lera,
his father said. The king isn’t really going to let them stay, is he?
His mother leaned forward and lowered her voice to a whisper, like there was someone who was going to overhear and judge her. I don’t wish them ill, but I really think they should go back to where they came from. They just don’t belong here, you know?
Galo had been wrong—the last thing he actually wanted to talk about was the Ruined. His parents had never hated the Ruined, but they’d also never spoken particularly kindly about them, and Galo found himself feeling uneasy. The extermination of the Ruined had always made Galo uncomfortable, but now that he knew them, it was embarrassing to hear his parents speak about them in such careless ways.
King Casimir has a close relationship with Em—with Emelina Flores,
he said. Cas had made it clear he had no intention of hiding his affection for Em. And they don’t have a home to go back to.
Surely they can rebuild,
his mother said. She took a piece of fruit from a plate that had been hand-painted by Galo’s grandmother. It was easy to tell the Ruined to rebuild their entire lives when they’d lost nothing themselves.
His father seemed to read the expression on Galo’s face and quickly changed the subject. He asked a few more questions about the last few weeks—Cas’s poisoning, their trip to Vallos, the march back to Royal City—until Galo caught Mateo trying to hide a yawn, which Galo used as an excuse to retreat to his room.
He said good night and took Mateo’s hand to lead him to the back of the house, where his room was. It was small and bare, with only a bed and a wardrobe. He didn’t come home much.
Galo sat heavily on the bed with a sigh. Mateo kicked off his shoes and flopped down on his back next to him, running a hand through his dark curls.
Your parents like me,
Mateo announced.
Everyone likes you,
Galo said with a smile.
Well, yes. But your father disapproves of everything you do, so I thought that might extend to me.
Today was the first time Mateo had met his father, but Galo had told him stories.
Apparently he doesn’t disapprove anymore,
Galo muttered. Is it weird that all the praise made me uncomfortable?
Yes.
Mateo gave him a hard look. They’d had this conversation before.
I’m just saying that Cas got captured and stabbed and poisoned recently. Maybe I’m not actually that good at being a guard.
Would you stop it with that?
Remember when Aren said I wasn’t doing a good job? He kind of had a—
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