One minute, she is eye level with Bricker’s chest, swearing at the stupid bastard. And in the next, she is on the ground, and her mouth is filled with dirt.
The whole thing happens so fast, it’s over before it begins.
The guard grabs one of her wrists, hard, and Dany screams. She feels a searing flare of pain. His huge hand grips her scarred arm, turning and tearing the flesh. Under his grip, her scarred skin cracks at the fault lines. The pain reshapes Dany, twisting her in response. And as soon as she turns, to relieve the pain, the guard has pinned her other wrist, too.
A moment later, she is zap-strapped in the dirt.
The guard knocks her head into the ground, slamming her mental suitcase shut. Dany’s eyes ring in their sockets, and she stares at the ground, dazed. A trickle, wa
