Black Moon Rising by Frankie Rose & Callie Hart

Author:Frankie Rose & Callie Hart [Rose, Frankie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-22T06:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

REZA

BLOOD SUN

I’m aware that people like to place bets on things. The Construct doesn’t allow social fraternizing amongst its members, however we’ve raided numerous drinking halls and brothels throughout the galaxy, and there are always creatures of varying races and species gathered around tables, chancing the contents of their pockets on random, seemingly unimportant games of luck.

I’ve never placed a bet in my life—I’ve never seen the point in risking anything on something you can’t be certain of—but right now I’m not so sure. I am willing to bet I’ll be dead before the end of the night. The odds seem pretty good.

My body’s revolting against me. I am so goddamn weak, it takes actual effort to walk without weaving. I’m freezing from the inside out, which makes no sense because I’m sweating from every pore, barely able to tolerate the thin layer of fabric I’m wearing without passing out.

Two days have passed since the night Col was nominated for chancellor of the first sector. Apparently, to be considered for the role, a nominee has to receive at least five tokens from the population of Pirius. A teacher, a slight woman with a pinched look about her, received eleven hundred tokens. An elderly man, a former Commonwealth fighter with a shock of white hair, received seven hundred. Despite Darius’ words, Chancellor Farren received nearly two thousand tokens in the ballot box. And Col? Col received just fourteen tokens. There’s to be a vote in a week’s time. I’m really hoping I’ve figured out a way to take Reza from here by then, or that I’ve died in my sleep. The politics of this dreary place depresses the hell out of me.

I haven’t seen Reza since the Appointments Hall. She hasn’t beckoned me to her in her sleep. I’ve thought about constructing a dreamscape and pulling her into it, but it costs energy to do that, and energy is one thing I don’t have right now. I need Light. I need it like I need oxygen, and if I don’t get it…

I shiver as I make my way through the tunnels toward the ready room, where Reza’s agreed to meet with me again. I am sick of these observed meetings Chancellor Pakka put in place. I’m sick of biding my time and waiting. I’m sick of being watched over like a disobedient dog. These rules and regulations are wearing thin and fast. It’s a joke, really. Now that Reza’s remembered all the time we’ve spent together, she should have done away with this nonsense. She should have come to me without the need of an allotted time and place. It’s bullshit.

My bones feel like the burning embers of a fire as I wait. I tug on the invisible tether that exists between us, and there’s a taut resistance on the other end: Reza, fighting the draw. Her resentment echoes loudly through the connection. She feels the pull toward me. Her body wants to respond, to tug right back, to draw me to her, and she hates it.

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