Resurgence (Fractured Orbit Book 3) by Herman Steuernagel

Author:Herman Steuernagel [Steuernagel, Herman]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781990505102
Published: 2023-11-13T16:00:00+00:00

Eventide

The Inanna

The floor of the atrium was littered with coarse pebbles, a fact Eventide had failed to notice until her fabric slippers began to slip on the loose, bumpy stones underfoot. Eventide was no stranger to running, and she could feel the strength in her newly enhanced muscles, eager to show what they were capable of. Yet her limbs still shook as though their untapped strength wasn’t ready to be utilized. Not yet. On top of that, it was almost as though the Domani-issued footwear had been purposely designed to be as impractical as possible.

The Caregivers want us to be docile, heads down.

If she hadn’t been concentrating so hard on staying upright, she would have vomited.

Eventide pushed the nausea aside. Right now, she had to focus on catching the man currently running from them.

The man who had killed Orin.

The assassin, whoever he was, certainly seemed more adept at running on the slick stones than she was. Loose rocks spun as Eventide tried to push herself harder. The more she tried to find her footing, the more her legs flailed in every direction.

She moved between hedges and bushes and jumped over a small babbling brook. The atrium was surprisingly sprawling, considering it was on board a spacefaring vessel.

Her foot slipped and the ground gave way beneath her, causing her to tumble forward. A mass of lush green leaves broke her fall, but a mass of branches slid across her skin, leaving an array of scratches along her arms.

“Damn it!” she cursed, louder than she intended.

“Quit goofing around!” Okimi hissed, but her voice somehow still carried above the hum of the atrium. “Get over here!”

Okimi sat on her haunches, eyes wide, alert and focused on the path before them, ready to spring into action.

Eventide felt like a hot mess. She had trained for worse situations than this, so why was she feeling so off her game? Patches of dirt clung to her outfit, as well as the exposed skin of her stomach and chest, not that stains to the silk would have mattered at all; she had a dozen more of the exact same outfit hanging in her closet.

She rolled her eyes.

Eventide allowed her fingers to sink into the moist dirt beneath her as she inhaled deeply, grounding herself. Her hamstrings and calves shook beneath her, as though struggling against her own weight.

Just breathe. It’s just a side effect of whatever damned procedures Morales did to me.

She steadied herself. She wouldn’t catch the assassin by flailing around like a mad bull. Somehow, Okimi had adjusted to whatever enhancements had been done to her. Eventide had to trust that she would grow into hers as well.

It’s like my first day of training all over again.

Broad green leaves brushed against her skin, and Eventide had to stop herself from wasting time by brushing them out of her hair and just hoped they weren’t poisonous. All she needed was a rash—that would help her blend in. She already wondered how she would be able to mask the scratches.

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