New World Inferno by Jennifer Wilson

Author:Jennifer Wilson [Wilson, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Oftomes Publishing
Published: 2017-09-12T04:00:00+00:00

THE REST OF our unit swarmed the door as we entered and I was greeted by a hard slap to the face from a fuming Veyron as soon as the door closed behind us. Her hair swung out with the force, momentarily revealing her damaged cheeks and scalp. Arden must have told them what happened.

“Veyron!” Triven started next to me as I staggered.

Baxter immediately leapt forward to restrain her, but I waved them both off. I deserved it. Plus, this was the most attention she had given me since our return. Her body vibrated with emotions, bright blue eyes moist. A part of her hated me, I could see it now. But her arms quickly wrapped around me in a painful hug before she once again shoved me away. “I still don’t forgive you.”

Without waiting for a response, Veyron pushed her way to the back of the group, leaving me dumbfounded. It was a step at least, though forward or backward in our relationship I couldn’t be sure.

In Veyron’s trail, the questions started pouring out, but I didn’t hear any of them.

Otto was consoling Arden in the far corner of the room, the only one of us that truly understood his pain. Arden’s back was to us as I watched them, and an ache rose in my chest. Triven’s voice hummed in the background as he began answering questions. He paused as I laid a hand over his chest. My eyes never left Arden’s shaking shoulders.

“We need to leave.” I barely kept the quiver out of my voice. Shockingly no one protested, they didn’t even push for more answers. Instead, our band of insurgents snapped to action. Only Archer remained a beat behind. I moved away to gather my own things, but she followed.

In two strides, she caught up to me.

“We aren’t safe here.” I muttered without looking up. “He can’t stay here.”

“Not arguing.” Archer kept her voice low to match mine.

“That’s a first.”

She snorted. Reaching to her hip she pulled two throwing knives, offering them to me without hesitation. I looked from the blades to her face, not moving to take them. She gave the weapons an impatient shake, the metal clanking together. “You need something until we get you more adequate weapons. And as much as I hate to admit it, not many people can throw a stiletto like you.”

“Thanks.” I snatched the knives, thrusting them a little too forcefully into my holster, one of the blades nipping my thigh. It felt deserved.

Archer turned, hesitating. Then she slapped a hand on my shoulder, making a noise somewhere between a cough and a dark laugh. “Well… that’s three Tribes down, one to go, crappy leader. Wins so far.”

I looked back to Arden. Otto was packing his things, as Arden stared blindly at the wall.

“Winning feels an awful lot like losing,” I breathed.

Archer nodded sympathetically. “Welcome to war P. Someone always claims victory, but really both sides lose.”

Triven and Baxter came around the corner. Triven was taking apart and checking the chambers of a handgun I had seen Baxter use on many occasions.

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