Night had surely fallen long since, but there was no way to know. Arthur sat in the cell, looking at the door. He wanted to bury his face in his hands—he wanted to howl, cry out, beat on the door and scream that it wasn't his fault, that none of it had been his fault, that if they had just not driven him to torture that girl none of this would have happened—but to do so would be the final mark that he was unfit to be a soldier. He would respect the law, even in this failure, and he would accept what his superiors gave to him. To do anything else would shame him.

After an eternity, the door creaked open, and Bergov walked in. At the sight of his disappointed face, Arthur came to the verge of breaking down and crying like a child. He hadn't wanted any of this to happen. He had just wanted to find a way that worked.

Bergov looked at him for a long moment. "What would you do for the Division, knowing all that it stands for?"

Dry-mouthed, Arthur whispered, "Anything."

"Good. You have one last chance."

To be continued….

Author's Note: And we're done! I can't tell all of you how grateful I am to have such a wonderful group of readers and reviewers! It's meant so much to me to know that someone was reading and enjoying this first attempt at a novel—and your advice has been very much appreciated. Thank you so much for helping me to grow as a writer.

On that note…I'd love to hear what you thought about these last three or four chapters. Did Demetrius's sudden appearance come off too much as a deus ex machina? Was the pacing too rushed as we got to the end? I'm not completely thrilled with my ending as it stands now, and so any thoughts would be great as I tweak these last few chapters and make them dovetail into the first chapters of my sequel.

Yes, my sequel! Worlds' End is being written as we speak—my plan is to begin posting on my regular MWF schedule in January 2012. If there is anything about my world that you particularly want to see, or kinds of writing you particularly like (or don't like), now is the time to speak—I aim to please. And don't worry; I've learned my lesson about short chapters. I promise that this is the last tiny one that you'll see.