New World Ashes by Jennifer Wilson

Author:Jennifer Wilson [Wilson, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Oftomes Publishing
Published: 2016-06-06T16:00:00+00:00

16. AWAKENINGS

TRIVEN STEPPED THROUGH the panel in the wall just as we reached the landing. He eyed us with curiosity, but said nothing as we approached. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied me before focusing on Ryker. He was calculating something. What, I couldn’t be sure. Triven’s face softened as his eyes met mine again. I stopped in front of him, standing too close for politeness but still not quite touching. He knew better than to reach for me, instead he waited for me to speak. Ryker left us and headed for the table. I did my best to again ignore him, but Triven’s eyes followed his recession before returning to mine.

“I should have come to get you sooner, but you needed the sleep,” I said. Even now after a few hours of rest there were still dark rings under his eyes.

“I’m not the only one.” Triven observed my own weary face.

I shook my head, doubting that sleep would ever be an easy part of my life again. There were too many memories, too much time for my subconscious to chatter without distractions. No, sleep was never going to be easy.

I changed the subject before he could further object to my lack of sleep. “When is the next rebels’ meeting?”

Triven’s eyebrows rose, but he didn’t look too surprised by my sudden change of interest. “Tonight, actually. After dinner.”

“I want to go.” I said firmly.

“I figured it was only a matter of time.” Triven smiled his annoyingly all-knowing smile, but the warmth didn’t quite meet his eyes.

Dinner was an agonizingly slow event, everyone chewing his or her mush with sluggish concentration. I finished in about five minutes and stared at the others, wondering what exactly it was they were still masticating since the food was primarily pulp. I tried once to bring up the rebels’ plans, but was promptly silenced by the formidable Mae.

“No business at my dinner table.” She glared hard over her plate of grey slop. Her dark eyes flitted to Mouse as if to say ‘Not in front of the child.’

I rolled my eyes.

“Technically it’s his table.” I jerked my chin in Ryker’s direction. He choked on his food, sputtering and prompting Inessa to smack his back in a motherly fashion. Next to me Triven stifled a smile. It seemed at least he still found my boldness amusing.

“My cooking, my table.” Mae puffed out her substantial bosom. “You want to make the rules at dinner, next time you cook.”

Triven did laugh this time, but at least had the good judgment not to meet my glare when I turned toward him. Even Mouse was grinning, her head bent over her plate.

“Fine. Your table, your rules.” I nodded curtly at the dark-haired woman. My energy would be better served focusing on taking out The Minister rather than learning to cook. Mae could have her little dinner table talk. After all, was it not I who would be driving the next conversation? The important conversation?

Let her cook. I could prepare to serve up a war.

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