6 Release
Ophelia lifted a rag from the bucket of apple cider vinegar. She’d stirred in some skin-repair ointment and pain reliever. With the care a mother gives her infant, Ophelia draped it over Mercutio’s burns on his arm. He whimpered. Poor kid.
Teacher had sent Mercutio on an operation to assassinate a minor mob boss who traded in child slavery. A simple mission to sneak into space station NT #2, poison his tacos, and slip out.
But Knox’s right-hand man had wandered by, and every student had standing orders: kill Alex Mason and Caedmon Knox. Of course Merc was no match for Alex’s connections and sheer slippery nature. He’d walked right into a face-full of burning hot oil. Actually Merc had turned his head, so it mostly got his right arm. Thank goodness.
“He messed up,” little He
