Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
The camera panned, following her. At the other end of chamber, Bear was fighting a massive cat. And there was something else there, something short and furry, and covered in blood. It had two pulse carver knives in its furry hands, and it lashed at the cat, screeching like a pissed off racoon.
Adaline moved in with the grace of a dancer. The cat swiped at her, but she was too fast. He saw her drive her sword into the beast’s throat. Blood gushed in a dark torrent. She watched it for a few seconds with a dispassionate look on her face, until it collapsed, then turned and walked back to the four-armed creature. She crouched by it, holding something suspended from her fingers. He heard her voice, cold and sibilant, shaping words that didn’t belong to any human language.
The camera streaked to her. He saw her raise her sword. The recording went black and died. The cave fell silent.
“Holy shit,” Samantha whispered.
I sat on the big couch in our living room. Noah sprawled next to me, asleep. Tia curled up on the other side under a blanket. Mellow sat on my lap, while Bear lay on the rug by my feet. The cat and the dog had sniffed each other once and declared a watchful truce. Mellow truly was a sweet cat, and Bear would never attack something I treasured. I had thawed two pounds of ground beef to feed Bear and shared a small clump of it with Mellow. I’d been low-key worried that Bear wouldn’t be able to eat regular food, but she liked the beef just fine. Tomorrow I would order a big bag of dog kibble.
After the kids arrived and I was finally able to stop hugging them, I spent another half an hour getting the story straight with Cold Chaos. I took the bracer off my wrist, slipped it into my bag, handed it to Tia and told her and Noah to take Bear to our house and wait for me. Elias ordered a guild car to take them home. The way Tia looked at me when she climbed into that SUV, as if she was terrified she would never see me again, made my heart hurt.
The DDC descended onto the site in two black Suburbans. I was whisked away under guard, examined, poked, prodded, my blood and vitals were taken, and then I was allowed to shower, given clean clothes, and brought before three interrogators to be debriefed.
I spent the next four hours singing praises to the heroic conduct of Cold Chaos leadership, who purposefully delayed entering the breach so their scouts could find me and bring me back after an unfortunate monster attack wiped out the mining escort and London bailed on us. I kept that part in.
Finally, I was cleared to go home. My tests had come back one hundred percent human. Once at the house, I finally had a chance to look at myself in the mirror. Someone who didn’t pay attention to me probably wouldn’t have noticed any changes. But I knew my body. I’d lost weight and gained muscle. It wasn’t the attractive muscle resulting from carefully structured workouts, but the kind one got from fighting for their life. It wasn’t pretty. I looked half-starved and almost feral. Even my face was sunken in.
I took another shower just because I wanted the comfort of my own bathroom and the familiar scent of my shampoo. Tia ordered pizza. We huddled together on the couch and talked. I told them a little bit about what happened in the breach, but I kept my breach mother and the gem out of it. They told me what happened while I was gone.
Apparently, the Cold Chaos HQ was the stuff of legends and a wondrous place of food brought to their door on demand, video game systems, and indoor pools.
After Cold Chaos brought them to their HQ, they’d called their father.
He didn’t take their call.
They left a message explaining that I was dead and they needed him. He never called back. Then Tia found the death folder on my laptop.
Noah had a rough time with it. In his mind, his father hadn’t abandoned him. He just left because of some weird misunderstanding and if only they could’ve sat down and talked, my son was sure that his father would see things his way and come back. This was Roger’s last opportunity for fatherhood, and he threw it away. Noah finally understood, and it hurt.
I’d met Felicia Terrell, and she was a cobra in a business suit. They wouldn’t let her into my debriefing with the DDC but she waited right outside until I emerged and then ran interference as the media swarmed me. Her services were expensive, but worth every penny.
Elias had taken excellent care of my kids. It was so unexpected.