Chapter Six
Ten minutes earlier…
Snickers. Twix. Twizzlers. Colorful foods in colorful wrappers. Most kids had a deep knowledge of such things. Years of Halloweens spent collecting and cataloguing and devouring them. Trips to the candy store to purchase them. A fat man in a red suit apparently shoved them in socks that hung by the fireplace.
But Sam had no experience with candy. When she was a child, she ate to survive, whatever she could get her hands on—which was mostly half-eaten food fished out of a dumpster. She understood now why she had never found any half-eaten candy.
As she’d grown and followed the path of the mercenary, she’d eaten so that her body would work at peak efficiency. This meant mostly nutritious shakes, taking in all of the essentials in one sludgy cup of beige l
