Chapter 20
WynWyn spun on her heels.
Caldar stood close enough to smell the unwashed sweat on him.
That asshole. Of course.
The last dredges of her own chill evaporated. She had zero f***s left to give.
He pointed a pistol at her. She noticed it was the same make and model that Saavi wrestled from her on Etes 3 and wondered if it was the same gun.
“You’re f*****g kidding me,” she said, tossing her hands in the air. “This is the exact bullshit I was talking about,” she said to Sonia on the screen. “No chill.”
“Female, you will come quietly—”
“Yeah, yeah.” Wyn felt exhausted down to her bones. She hadn’t been so tired since working as a cashier over the holidays while in school. Her feet and hands just felt heavy, like she didn’t have the strength to lift them, let alone do a five-ho
