That night, the moon hung ghost-pale over Tungsten, its light spilling silver across the courtyard stones. Valia sat in her room, the world around her hushed, her body aching in strange places that had nothing to do with work. It seemed everytime she used her power, it turned her to a horny beast.
She had felt Ligon’s gaze on her and knew he’d seen her, but she couldn’t bring herself to face him. Not now. Not with the echoes of those screams dredged up memories she had tried to forget.
She was mess, trembling like a child over some childhood memories, though she’d once walked into war without flinching.
Pathetic yet again.
Valia sighed as she pressed a hand to her chest, to the hollow thrum beneath her ribs, as the memories came flooding in once more
The laughters....
Her tone drip
