Chapter Thirty-ThreeGrace woke up in a cage. It was smaller than the one she was in. It was made for large dogs, maybe. She was in someone's room, the first thing she did was reach for her blasters but they were gone. Her armlet was still there, thankfully. “I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up,” a voice said and she looked in the direction. “These shiny new weapons are going to be nice in my collection,” he said and she narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything.
“Where'd you get such nice toys?” he asked and she smiled. “Let me out and I can bring you to a place where those are nothing but literal toys,” she said and the man stepped into the light. “And how does someone like you get access to something like that?” he asked and she smiled. “I'm a knight. I figured the arm
