The chatter inside dies as Eclipse opens the door, smirking as she looks around. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Eyes follow her through the bar as she approaches the counter and sits on a stool. “So, the rumored sightings were real. I wasn’t sure, considering you’ve been holed up for so long. Everyone was starting to think you were dead.”
The bartender, a man named Kacey, grins as he stops in front of her.
Eclipse grins back, thankful for the work they’d done to prepare for her return. “I’m here, aren’t I? It takes a lot more than a bullet wound to take me down.”
He studies her face for a moment. “I see now. You got lucky, from what I hear. The others are locked up in solitude.”
“That’s what I’ve heard.” Eclipse shrugs.
“Honestly, not too surprising since the only sane one in the
