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CHAPTER 67: Their Saving Grace
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DOOMSDAY FORTRESS: THE OFFICER'S COLD BRIDE CHAPTER 69: Tears Too Late
The echo of Zaid’s voice hung in the wide timber rafters of Penthouse 30A, heavy, raw, and vibrating like a struck iron bell.“BECAUSE HE’S MY SON!”Zaid stood chest-heaving, his large hands clenching into bloodless fists at his sides. His face was flushed crimson, his broad shoulders squared as if he were waiting for an artillery shell to detonate between them. He braced for the screaming, the crying, the shattering of glassthe frantic, desperate collapse of a woman hearing her world crack down the center.Betony didn't move.She didn't gasp. She didn't flinch.She stood on the edge of the woven rug, her hair falling around her smooth, utterly motionless face. The flush in her cheeks vanished entirely, leaving her skin white, unblemished, and smooth as polished marble. Her eyes locked onto Zaid’s bloodshot gaze with a cold, glassy stillness.Five seconds passed. Ten. The steam valve on the corner radiator hissed quie
DOOMSDAY FORTRESS: THE OFFICER'S COLD BRIDE CHAPTER 68: Messy Confession
Four days of quiet poison had turned the penthouse air thick enough to choke on.The radiator in the corner hissed a steady, damp steam that smelled of copper pipes and river sludge. On the low pine bench by the hearth, Toby sat with a heavy brass key in his small, grey-nailed fingers. He was dragging the serrated edge back and forth across the finished grain of Betony’s writing desk, digging deep, pale white gouges into the oiled oak.Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.Betony stood by the kitchen island, three yards away. Her knuckles were white where her fingers curled around the lip of the zinc washbasin. She didn't yell. She hadn't yelled since Tuesday. She just watched the curls of oak ribbon off the desk, falling into small piles on the rug like dried peelings."Zaid," she said. Her tone was flat, drained of any rise or fall, landing like a lead weight on the floorboards.Zaid didn't look up from his map table. He was unlacing hi
DOOMSDAY FORTRESS: THE OFFICER'S COLD BRIDE CHAPTER 67: Their Saving Grace
The wind high on the terrace carried the shrieks upward, whipping Eleanor’s cracked wails into thin, desperate shreds against the concrete spire.Zaid leaned his heavy forearms over the iron railing, his eyes squinted against the driving sleet as he looked down thirty stories. "You know them?"Betony didn't turn her head. Her face stayed completely still, framed by the cold fur collar of her coat, her blue eyes fixed on the three shivering shapes huddled against the perimeter turnstile."The old woman is Eleanor," Betony said. Her voice was flat, dry, devoid of inflection. "My mother. The girl beside her in the quilt is Saskia, my supposed best friend. They came up here before during the extreme heat, remember? The man holding the pole is James." She paused, a tiny, dark flicker touching the corner of her lips. "My ex-fiancé."Zaid’s hand tightened on the frozen rail, his brow furrowing as he looked down at her. "Your family?"
DOOMSDAY FORTRESS: THE OFFICER'S COLD BRIDE CHAPTER 66: The Tipping Point
The tin bowl hit the pine floorboards with a heavy, hollow bang.Warm broth splashed across the worn leather rug, dripping onto Betony’s grey wool socks. The rest of the thin soup pooled around Toby’s bare heels, floating small bits of dried thyme and lard against the dark timber.Betony didn't move for three seconds. She stood by the low wooden table, her hands still extended in mid-air where she had set the bowl down.Toby sat on the sofa, his arms folded tight across his narrow chest, his chin tucked down into his collar. He didn't look at the mess on the floor. He stared directly at the hearth, his little jaw set in a hard, stubborn line."Toby," Betony said. She forced her voice to stay low, even, and smooth, swallowing the cold lump of disgust rising in her throat. She knelt down, her knee resting on the edge of the damp rug as she reached for the overturned tin. "You need to be careful. Food is hard to come by up here."T
DOOMSDAY FORTRESS: THE OFFICER'S COLD BRIDE CHAPTER 65: Getting Rid Of One, Hosting the Other
The air in the seventeenth-floor hallway was stale, smelling of cold soot and damp wool.Betony was carrying an empty zinc water bucket back toward the service stairwell when the door to Apartment 17B unlatched. Susan stepped out into the corridor. Her eyes were bloodshot, her dark hair tangled in matted clumps against her forehead, her wool cardigan stretched loose at the elbows.She stopped dead when she saw Betony.Betony didn't alter her pace. She held the heavy zinc handle with two fingers, her face smooth, unbothered, as if she were stepping past a sack of spoiled flour left in the passage."You think you won, don't you?" Susan’s voice was dry, cracking on the consonants. She stepped sideways, blocking the narrow concrete walkway between the handrail and the wall. "You think because he locked the bolt on me, you get to keep him."Betony halted three paces away. She set the zinc bucket down on the cold floorboards. The met
DOOMSDAY FORTRESS: THE OFFICER'S COLD BRIDE CHAPTER 64: Major Selman
The frost on the iron barrels didn't melt when the heavy machine guns fired; it turned to fine grey dust that blew back into the men's faces.Four hundred feet below the timber line, in the shadow of a sheer granite cliff known as the Devil’s Notch, twenty-two men in white canvas smocks hauled wooden crates of sixty-millimeter mortar shells up a forty-degree icefall. Their boots were wrapped in wire for traction. Every breath they dragged into their lungs came out as a thick, white plume that froze instantly into ice crystals against the collars of their heavy parkas.One young corporal slipped on the blue ice. His knees hit the frozen shale with a sound like dry firewood snapping, the wooden crate slipping from his numb fingers and sliding forty yards down the slope into the dark ravine below.A heavy leather boot slammed down on the boy’s collarbone before he could push himself off the ice.Major Marcus Selman stood over him. At fifty-
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