Chapter Twenty-Nine
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Betrayed“I am glad he is yours and not mine,” sniffed Serena.
“He was unexpected,” my father's reply.
“As was my force field.”
“Enjoy your moment, Vincent,” Chantelle hissed.
I collected myself from the rubble and looked to each in turn. The Nordics stood together. Serena had returned to them like a brooding, albino hen, as far from the Marquis' technology as distance afforded. The porcelain visages of she and her children reflected humanity's grand designs twisting the flickering images across the contours of their sculpted features. Never had a group looked so out of place.
I returned my attention to the banks of controls. Buttons of every hue, switches that flashed, intermittent coloured screens that blazed unknown images of unknown things, all manner of e
