He carried me all the way there, then put me down in a black leather armchair. Ringer went to the small bar and poured something, then came over with it while Pete stood near the chair and stared down at me without expression. “Drink this,” Ringer ordered, holding out the ...
Val said to me in a low voice as we moved into the docking area. “You’re supposed to be seventeen, not seven.” “It’s too bad you didn’t remember that when you were buying these clothes,” I almost snarled, keeping my voice as low as his only with an effort. “You had no righ...
There was daylight pouring through the window into the room I lay in, hut I was too busy sorting out the dreams I’d been having to pay much attention to it. I remembered the fight with Clero, remembered getting wounded, remembered being dumped in a stream, but after that, ...