Archive | February 20, 2019

Funerary Rites 41

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The ride back was tense. ¬†Nobody spoke a whole lot, except Allayne, murmuring quietly over the wound in Erramun’s back, pulling out the bullet and healing the muscle and sinew and skin. ¬†Ezer muttered at traffic, Chitter muttered at her cameras – including the tiny button camera and mic Senga had planted in the desk, including the one Erramun had planted on a pillar, including the clever little skimmer they’d managed to get on the guards’ computer. ¬†Erramun was silent as his name.

Senga was steaming with anger and twitching with worry and said nothing at all. ¬†She held Erramun’s hand, even though he obviously didn’t need it, and the way that his fingers traced over the back of hers told her that he knew, too, that she needed it.

“There,” Allayne breathed. ¬†They were nearly to the garage. ¬†“All better. Damn, are you telling me you don’t have a Man of Steel Working in your repertoire?” Continue reading