Chapter One
Drops of bright red streaming and swirling into nothingness. Deep red from someone.
Someone’s veins had been split open. Were they dead or still clinging to life?
The blood didn’t care as it was washed away. Swept down the drain by the pure water of the domes.
Nola’s sobs echoed off the shower walls, blocking out the sounds of the outside world. She knelt on the floor, watching the blood turn from crimson to pink as the burning water removed all traces of the battle. Someone knelt beside her, washing her, murmuring comforting things she couldn’t hear. They combed their fingers through her tangled curls, removing bits of glass and dirt.
She should look. See who was taking care of her. But what did it matter? As soon as they knew what she had done, they would disappear. Or s
