Chapter Twenty-Six
Fire the dart, picture Holbeck’s face.
Fire the dart, picture Amery lying about protecting our mother.
Fire the dart, picture the kep guards who slaughtered our city.
The pop, pop, pop of the guards’ guns filled the bay. I liked the sound. It was calm. Controlled. So much easier to manage than the scream still burning to tear from my throat and the bang that still wouldn’t leave my head.
Pop. Sink a dart right into Holbeck’s neck.
Beck dismissed us at the end of the session. He looked my way when he said he was happy to see how quickly we were improving.
“Walsh.” I said his name quietly, knowing that, even though he was leaving the bay at the other end of our group, he’d be able to hear me.
He lingered outside the bay door, rolling his ankle back and forth as tho
