No-one spoke, except the man clutching his severed arm. This was my responsibility; I had made a choice that night in June. Xxx She perched at the edge of the Cedar Creek Watershed next to her birth-mother, the dusky-skinned Thamina. “Master,” she answered, stepping through a wall. But we deserved her hatred—we had forced her to be our whore. Flaming, twisted rubble. She killed you! “Everything you got!”
The shadows convulsed and then snapped back to normal as automatic fire raked the corner. I swung; a stream of red flame exhaled from her mouth; my sword cleaved through her arm, and down into her chest. I tried to stop, digging my feet into the damp asphalt.
