57: Deva
Deva
Deva pulled herself together. The pain in her arm was a constant throb, sharp whenever she moved, but somehow she fought through it. Knew she couldn’t let it beat her.
Ryann stood over her, staring at the fight between Keelin and that…that thing. Her mouth hung open, her arms limp by her sides.
Deva leaned against the wall and pushed to her feet. It helped with the pain—gave her something else to think about.
“Come on,” she said to Ryann.
Ryann blinked, turned to Deva. “I can’t leave her.”
“Can’t stay.” Deva spoke through gritted teeth. “Explosives.”
She took a step forward, felt her legs buckle. But Ryann grabbed her. Deva shuffled forward. Ryann moved with her, and they reached the door, left the bunk-room.
“You’re working with the Heralds?”
“Getting back at t
