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The discarded Luna rises The Price of Obedience
Chapter 42The Price of ObedienceNobody moved.I counted six guns. Four pointed at me. Two pointed at Kael. Three exits: the main door that had just closed, a side door past the crates on the left, and a loading hatch up on the second level. Silas had not signaled back. My phone was in my coat pocket and I couldn't touch it.I kept my face blank and my hands where everyone could see them. My heart was going so hard it hurt, but nobody in that room was going to see it. I had sat across from board members who wanted me gone. I knew how to look calm when I wasn't.Roland looked relaxed. He rested both hands on his cane like we were discussing the weather. Then he reached into his jacket, took out a black pistol, and held it out to Kael. Handle first."Prove it," he said. "Put a bullet in Adrian Silver's knee. He has outlived his usefulness."Adrian went white. "What?" His eyes jumped to the door, to the men, to Kael. He took a step back and a guard shoved him forward again.Nobody looke
The discarded Luna rises The Harbor Deal
Chapter 41The Harbor DealAt 9:40 that night, the parking structure smelled of oil and wet concrete and something older, like a held breath.Level three. Half the lights were dead. The ones that still burned buzzed overhead in a sick yellow hum, and between them the dark lay pooled in the corners. Rain drummed on the roof above, a distant, hollow roar. Water dripped from a broken gutter in a slow, patient tick.Kael's car idled at the end of the row.Black. Engine low. The headlights were off, but the dashboard glow lit his hands on the wheel, and I could see them from where I stood. I had walked the length of the structure in the dark with my heels clicking on the concrete, and I had not once looked behind me. My coat was buttoned to the throat. In my right hand, I held a small square of black card, its edges soft with handling, a single dahlia printed on it in ink so dark it seemed to swallow the light.My thumb stroked the flower.I stopped three paces from his window."You were t
The discarded Luna rises Unguarded
Chapter 40UnguardedMid-morning light fell through the glass wall of the executive conference room and lay across the table in long, pale blades.I sat at the head of it.The table was forty feet of black-veined glass, polished until it gave back every face that leaned over it, and I could see mine from where I sat. Hollow-cheeked. Gray under the eyes. A woman who had slept in forty-minute pieces for a week and was running on spite and bad coffee. The charcoal jacket I had put on that morning hung loose at the shoulders, and the silver pendant lay cold in the notch of my collarbone.Around the table, the room waited.Four senior board members, their hands folded, their faces carefully blank. Two physicians on the wall screen, framed in neat rectangles, one of them with his mask pulled down around his throat. A secretary with a notepad at the sideboard, pen frozen over the page. And two chairs down from me, on the right, sat Kael.He was there because of the twenty percent.His stake
The discarded Luna rises Cracked Glass
Chapter 39Cracked GlassThe sitting room had not been warm in days.The fire had burned down to a bed of gray ash, and no one had come to feed it. Lamplight pooled in a single yellow circle over the writing desk and left the rest of the room in shadow. Papers lay across the desk in drifts. Maps. Phone logs. A photograph of Vera, torn from a gala brochure, pinned flat beneath a heavy glass paperweight like a specimen. Red circles marked the maps, hospitals and clinics ringed again and again, the ink pressed so hard in places that it had torn the paper.Somewhere deep in the house a clock ticked, slow and dry, counting minutes nobody wanted. The windows were shut, the curtains drawn, and the air had the stale, close taste of a room where too many words had been swallowed.Ines stood in the doorway and watched her husband not see her.He had his back to her. His phone was pressed to his ear, and his free hand dragged through his hair, again and again, until it stood up in rough dark spi
The discarded Luna rises The Colonnade
Chapter 38The ColonnadeThirty-six hours after the dose went into my father's veins, the lead physician came out of the surgical suite and, for the first time, did not look at the floor.He looked at me."The Alpha's readings are holding."His voice was hoarse, and under the hoarseness there was something I had not heard from anyone in that building since the night of the river. Not certainty. He was too careful for that. But the cautious, fragile edge of hope, like a hand laid flat on thin ice."Organ function continues to improve. He is not clear yet, but he is no longer actively dying." He drew a long breath through his nose. "You should rest while you can."I heard the words. I understood them.I could not make my body believe them.I nodded, and he went back through the doors, and I walked the six steps to the glass and stood there. The window into my father's room was long and narrow, set into the wall at the height of my eyes. Beyond it, in the dim blue wash of the monitors, h
The discarded Luna rises Thirty Seconds
Chapter 37Thirty SecondsThe underground meeting room was colder than usual.The cold had a smell now. Wet stone. Old smoke. Something metallic, like a coin held too long on the tongue. The single monitor on the far wall was dark, finally, and the loop that had run on it for days was gone, but its blue ghost still seemed to linger on the black table, on the empty glass, on the pale faces of the three men standing along the wall with their hands folded in front of them.Roland stood at the head of the table.He had not sat down. His cane was gripped in both fists, planted hard against the floor, and the knuckles had gone bone-white around the silver head. A report lay open on the polished wood in front of him. One page. Four lines. He had read it more than once.Vera was alive.The antidote had been administered. Corwin lay in critical but stabilising care."She survived."Roland's voice was low. Venomous. It slid across the room like cold oil."The dose reached him. Twenty-four hours
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