Chapters (57)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR
- Dedication
- Before
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Stepping around her, Caledonia returned to Tassos’s body. For a moment she could only stare at the blood pooling beneath his head, recalling its slick heat as it had coated her right hand. Then she reached out and, swallowing hard, tugged the black box from his belt.
“Because if you stay here, you’ll get clean and, after that, have a future.” Caledonia turned the box over in her hand as she stood once more. With a twist of the lid, it popped open to reveal a keypad. She returned her gaze to Cepheus. “But if you leave and follow Lir, you’ll lose your drug anyway, and then you’ll see what happens when Lir doesn’t get what he wants from you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
There was still so much Caledonia didn’t know. Who had survived the attack at the gun towers? How many civilians remained in the city? Had Lir taken Slipmark as his own? Was he rallying the troops there for a fresh attack? And now what was happening to the Bullets left behind at the Net? Were they as close to withdrawal as the Bullets here? Or were they already in their sweats?
She’d had a plan for discovering the answer to each one, but that plan was gone now. If Cepheus was starting to show signs of withdrawal, the same was true for every other Bullet in the Holster. Caledonia’s claim to leadership was valid but it was also tenuous. There was no time to lose.
“Pi,” she said, letting her focus settle on the most immediate threat. “Go back to the Luminous and put the crew on alert. I need you to direct Tassos’s Bullets to the prison without raising suspicion.” With a sharp nod, Pisces was gone, and Caledonia turned to Oran. “I need you to find Sledge and ready the prison. It’s . . . north from here?” she asked, picturing Heron’s map of the city.
Oran nodded, his eyes marking every one of her cuts and bruises. “Straight north from here,” he confirmed.
“Meet us there,” she said, ignoring the concern in his eyes as she turned to the three Bullets, who appeared to be awaiting orders. From her. “Pick him up.”
As the Bullets raised Tassos’s body between them, Oran moved off at a brisk jog and Cepheus walked at Caledonia’s side. Together, they turned north, following an unbending road. Cepheus glanced over her shoulder once, gaze lingering on Tassos, but she made no sound of remorse. Her eyes remained dry as they passed through the unfamiliar streets.