BlackWing: First Ordinance, Book 3 by Connie Suttle

Author:Connie Suttle [Suttle, Connie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SubtleDemon Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-02-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Terrett

By sunrise, I think the entire city of Mundia knew the name BlackWing. Yanzi and I helped Quin as much as we could while Caylon and the others destroyed a small army of bombers. Afterward, they turned their attention to finding victims and bringing them to Quin.

Caylon then led a search for those in the city who'd helped plot the destruction of the gas plant; most of those were related in some way to several crime families. Barstle Cardino's reach had grown quite long.

After Caylon's party dispatched the last of those responsible, he sent a message to Barstle Cardino on a communicator he'd taken from one of the plotters. I wish I'd been there to see Barstle Cardino bluster and call Caylon Black a liar, but I only heard about it afterward.

In essence, Caylon told Barstle to come and take the city back—if he could.

Quin, though—she'd worked through the night, saving anyone who remained alive after the explosion. Eyes opened in wonder as burned and blackened flesh became pink and whole again.

Wounds from the blast were eliminated—as if they'd never been. For those we couldn't save, we promised a memorial. That would happen after Quin slept—she'd nearly dropped from exhaustion after healing so many.

The rest of us slept in shifts during the day—just to make sure someone was awake if there were an emergency. Thankfully, Mundia wasn't attacked again while we rested.

News came too, that we now had a captain and small crew on the BlackWing; the ship orbited Vic'Law while being shielded by someone aboard. I was anxious to see who'd be transporting us whenever we traveled on it—I wanted to make sure they respected Quin and the others.

Terrett? Quin's sleepy voice invaded my thoughts.

I'm coming, love, I replied.

* * *

Quin

Yanzi and Daragar fixed the pipes and equipment at the power plant, but we'll discuss bringing in solar panels after the memorial, Terrett helped me off the bed. I felt rumpled and dirty—someone had wiped soot and ash off me before placing me beneath the covers, but I couldn't get the smell of burned flesh and metal out of my nose.

"Do I have time for a shower?" I asked while Terrett searched beneath the bed for my house slippers.

Yes—I sent mindspeech to Kaldill—he says to hurry if you can—dinner is waiting and then the memorial.

"I'll hurry," I promised, although I only wanted to get clean and crawl back in bed. Terrett understood—he looked tired, too, so I did my best to make his job of herding me about as easy as I could.

Dinner was a hurried affair—sandwiches and soup. Terrett advised me to dress in the black leather; it was an appropriate color for mourning on Vic'Law.

A sea of people waited for us when we appeared and walked toward the circle of stones set up for the event. I could see Kaldill's hand in the area—flowers grew in the harshest of conditions about the stones.

Family members came forward to give the names of their dead and to tell the crowd about them.

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