Violet walked out of the medical tent, brushing aside the nurses.
“I’m fine.” She said. “I’ve wasted enough time. I have a war to lead. This city isn’t conquering itself.”
Shade appeared from somewhere and stood beside Violet. Saying nothing. Their expression betrayed nothing either. It was like a wall declaring, no comment.
A nurse with raven black hair, dark green eyes that regarded her with a calm and frank assessment, stood before Violet. Her pose radiated confidence and authority. She displayed no signs of fear or respect. In her face Violet saw only impatience and a slight hint of contempt. Violet was aware of what was being said about her. This was new. This was interesting.
Violet briefly glanced at Shade.
What’s her name?
“Chloe Blackwell.” Shade said. “Head nurse.”
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