|SLATE| RETRIBUTION by Emery Hale

Author:Emery Hale [Hale, Emery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2021-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Psychodysleptic

Hallucinogenic.

QUINN EATON

The next day I was out the door before the rest of the house woke up. I just needed my own space for a little while and there was only so much of Lily’s snoring I could take. I got dressed quietly in the bathroom, grabbed my stuff and headed out.

I really missed the Sunday dinners mum used to make. I hated that she had to live in witness protection for the rest of her life, and what made it worse was that the entire thing was set up by the Academy. It happened when I came here as a first year and I thought the idea was great, but as time went on I saw it as quite the opposite. Now, I was lucky to see her twice a year.

The clock had just struck five and thankfully it was still dark outside. I assumed that everyone in the accommodation was still asleep since even the Runners don’t get up this early to train, and I was glad I wouldn’t have to talk to anyone. Not that I’m unsociable – I just liked to think of the early morning as me time. I’d go to the main command room with my mug of green tea, laptop and fluffy blanket and sit at my desk near the back. I did most of my work there undisturbed until Mr Thompson came in at half past eight. My work varied: sometimes it was for my so-called degree, and other days it was strictly mission prep. On the odd occasion, it was the time Willow and I would spend together.

Looking back, I guess that was how we grew so close to one another, spending our mornings going over strategies and blueprints. Then one day she brought breakfast, then the next and the next. Before I knew it there were croissants and white chocolate-covered strawberries. It wasn’t till I was going through her room the other day that I found out Willow had made the pastry from scratch. I never realised how much effort she put into everything she did, not until it was too late.

The Academy was extremely quiet and another reason I came so early was because I liked to listen to the sound of my kitten heels clicking over the marble floor.

You’re vintage, retro and classy, I heard her say. How could I ever look at anyone else?

Even though Willow was gone, when I was alone her voice floated around me, like she was some kind of angel. Screw that, like they would ever let her into heaven. Willow would be too busy twerking in hell or purgatory. Whatever was waiting for her in the afterlife, I knew she’d greet it with a Sex on the Beach and a bottle of tequila.

My heels seemed to click louder as I made my way to the main command room, my hand running across the wall as it changed to concrete, although it was strange that the door was left wide open. You always had to have a security pass to get in here .

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