Only the Strong Wear Black by Martha Carr & Michael Anderle

Author:Martha Carr & Michael Anderle [Carr, Martha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781649716330
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2021-03-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

When she woke up, the first thing she saw were bright white lights shining right into her face. Not again.

She lurched up, her magic flaring from the base of her spine and purple sparks erupting from the fingertips of both hands.

Blinking heavily, she shut down the spells and raised a hand to her throbbing head. Did I hit this somewhere?

Then she realized her wrists weren’t chained to the bed this time. Cheyenne jerked her foot across the hospital bed, and it moved freely too. A glance at her shirt showed nothing but her regular black-on-black clothes, coated in sawdust and brown dirt. How considerate.

She looked around the room. The only difference between the first time and now was the lack of dampening cuffs and monitors beside the bed. Groaning, the halfling swung her legs onto the floor and pushed herself slowly to her feet. Her arms shot out to her sides when she wobbled. “Woah. Pull it together.”

Her head settled down a little more with every step toward the door on the other side of the room. The only thing on the low stainless-steel table against the wall was another one of those energy bars for magicals in the silver cellophane wrapper. Cheyenne snatched it off the table, then jerked open the door and stepped out into the hall.

The wrapper split apart between her teeth, then she bit off a huge chunk and grimaced.

A short, squat goblin woman with thick yellow hair spilling out from beneath a black baseball hat pushed a silver cart down the hall toward her. “Tastes like shit, huh?”

“Yeah.” Cheyenne kept chewing.

“End of the medical wing’s back that way.”

“Thanks.”

The cart’s wheels squeaked as the goblin kept pushing it down the hall. The halfling turned left and made her way past a bunch of rooms identical to hers. Her black Vans moved quickly and quietly across the linoleum floors, and she looked both ways at the next corner before turning left again. Yeah, now it’s coming back to me.

It was hard enough to swallow the gross, overly chewy energy bar that made her jaw ache. She rolled her shoulders back and walked a little steadier, picking up the pace and biting off another chunk. The more she ate, the faster she walked.

She finally reached the short hallway that opened into the common room and paused. Two of the round tables had been pushed together, and at least a dozen FRoE operatives sat around them, speaking in low tones. Except for Sir.

“I don’t give a flying rat’s ass what they’re saying. The intel went bad before I took my morning shit, and I wanna know why.”

Cheyenne stepped slowly into the common room, which was empty except for the meeting taking place right out in the open. The wrapper crunched in her hand as she popped the last bite of energy bar into her mouth. The conversation stopped, and everyone at the tables looked up or turned to see the drow halfling munching away with a grimace of disgust.

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