Marbles
“Miss Nevaeh, can you please explain how you came to us in such a state?” The unknown male voice spoke from across the table, but it might have been a thousand miles away. Nevaeh didn’t care anymore. She was beyond caring.
In a daze, she inspected the dark skin on the back of her hands, turned them over, and studied the lighter palms. They looked normal to her. The chained silver handcuffs surrounding her frail wrists, that was the odd part. “I’m not sure what you mean?”
“It isn’t normal for anyone to walk around covered in blood, especially a fastidious Prod.” The male cleared his throat. “With the recent unrest on the station, we are trying to figure out the cause. It looks like you survived the onset.”
Unrest was a weak euphuism for the c*****e, the rage, she witnessed. Too
