10
Ivy, Astra Legion, Zenos’s Private Quarters
I shook. Hot water poured over me, but the heat did nothing to soothe my frayed nerves. The adrenaline was bleeding away, leaving me edgy and twitchy.
I’d killed before, in battle, on missions, but never with such cold rage. Surrounded by those guys from Cerberus, I’d had a blood lust so intense I’d been hyper-focused, almost desperate for destruction. And I’d caused it. They might not be the ones directly involved with poisoning my unit with Quell, but they condoned it. Allowed it to happen. They were accomplices, the ones responsible for my units’ deaths, my suffering, the scars I carried like brands of shame.
And God help me, I’d seen Zenos’s face when the female, Jillela, had named me a monster. Hived-Up.
I hated that f*****g term. To
