Forsaken: Cursed Angel Watchtower 12 by Gilbert L.B. & Angel Cursed & Legacy Charmed

Author:Gilbert, L.B. & Angel, Cursed & Legacy, Charmed
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942336235
Publisher: Candy Cap Publishing
Published: 2018-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

18

Ash was bleeding all over the cloth sack. He swore, shifting the supply of ration bars to his other arm.

He hadn’t heard from Kara in a few days, and he was starting to get nervous.

After she had left with Clara, Ash decided to let the mansion ruins cool down before beginning the clean-up. Funerals for the dead took place as the embers died, including Clara’s. He’d told her coworkers she had succumbed to smoke inhalation after her rescue. Only her brother knew the truth. With luck, he’d be able to resurrect her soon.

Curious about the machine the girl had been building, Ash had salvaged the parts in the hope others could reconstruct it. He ended up slicing his hand open on one of the razor-sharp cylinders spared by the flames.

It could have been worse. His hand would heal. And at least he wouldn’t have to regrow any fingers. That would have taken forever.

No further disaster had struck the city, which meant Kara had been correct. Clara had been their Firehorse.

Kara needs to tell me how she does that. And how she grows food in the wasteland. But his miracle maker was like an absentee fairy godmother. No wishes would be granted until she was damn well good and ready.

Reminding himself Kara had almost as many responsibilities as he did, he crossed the catacomb entrance threshold, jogging inside a few hundred meters to deposit the sack. One of their scavengers would find it. Ash would deliver it himself, but he’d vowed to wait until Kara came to collect the prisoners. It would be better if she came to him. Then he might have some leverage to bargain with her.

Meanwhile, he had a city to run.

Ash spent the next few hours flying all over town. He loaded grain in the field onto carts and oversaw the delivery to the mill. Then he helped one of the schools repair their roof.

The perfunctory tasks didn’t bother him as much as they usually did. Having hope again did wonders for his attitude. Ash even caught himself whistling once or twice.

His last task of the day was actually his favorite—overseeing the night men. There were dozens of them. Night men carried the city’s waste out to the fields to act as fertilizer. It was meant to be a temporary fix to compensate for the lack of plumbing in town. Temporary had become an institution, though he was still hoping to remedy that.

When the axle on one of the waste carts broke, he held up the bed of the foul transport so they could fix it without having to dump the load.

“I don’t think anyone would believe me if I said the city’s warden visits in person every month, has for years,” one of the men told him.

“The night men and women provide an invaluable service, one the city needs,” Ash replied, clapping the man on the back. “It’s Samuel, right? How is the family?”

“Not bad, not bad. Better since Klein is out of office in this district.

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