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Seven Devils

Elizabeth May
Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  60. EPILOGUE
  61. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  62. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Cover

Cover for Seven Devils

Dedication

FOR THE UNDERDOGS AMONG US, THOSE WHO HOLD THE LINES, AND PROTEST, AND WRITE, AND SPEAK OUT. EMPIRES ONLY TOPPLE BRICK BY BRICK.

AND FOR HANNAH, WHO WAS ALWAYS THERE TO HELP US SMASH THE PATRIARCHY.

1.

ERIS

Present day

Eris got the call from her commander while she was killing a man.

The guard slumped against her, dead in under thirty seconds from a blade to the throat, a stab in the carotid artery. Fast and quiet. The sharp, tangy scent of his blood wafted toward her as she hauled the guard’s still-warm body against hers and slowly lowered him to the spacecraft’s floor.

Could she have prevented this death? If she were honest with herself: yes.

But there was no time for guilt. She was doing her job.

Her Pathos, the communication chip embedded within her cerebrum, echoed through her skull with the most irritating musical tune. Commander Sher had chosen it because he knew Eris couldn’t ignore it. <Riiing riiiing this is important,> the tune sang. <Listen to meee and remember don’t murder people!>

<I’m busy,> she sent back through her Pathos.

Most Pathos only had a range of a planet, half a solar system at most. Sher was outfitted with a beta design that could bounce its signal off satellites as far as it pleased as long as he knew her rough coordinates.

It irritated the shit out of her. She had a spacecraft to commandeer.

Scylla was larger than most of the ships she’d taken in the past. It had the capability of growing large amounts of hydroponic food, and if there was one thing the Novantae resistance was short on, it was food, followed by weapons.

Eris grabbed the guard’s identity card and cut off his finger with a swipe of her blade.

Almost every ship the resistance had was taken through force or subterfuge, and Eris was damn good at her job. She slid the identity card through the slot, pressed the guard’s severed finger against the pad, entered the code, and hurried down a second hallway that led to the main corridor. Five seconds to get through this section before the alarms sounded.

<Riing riiiing this is important—>

Eris gritted her teeth. Shoved the identity card in. Pressed the finger. Entered the code.

The door slid open. Oh, shit.

Eris rolled to the ground as the high-pitched blasts of laser bullets stung her ears. They dotted the metal of the ship above her head with a deafening clang clang clang. She shoved herself behind one of the storage containers before they could correct their aim and riddle her body with seared holes. Of course there would be soldiers on the other side. Of course. She would have been better prepared had it not been for that stupid—

<Riing riiiing this is important—>

Son of a bitch.

She commanded her Pathos to answer the godsdamn call.

<Finally,> came the commander’s voice.