Petra Marvel Novels & Stories

His voice was quiet. "Traced back to the same source," I said. "He wasn't our enemy showing up late in the story. He was the architect. From the beginning." ------------- We detained Petra formally after the walk. Not a cell. A room, locked, comfortable, with Torvi's wards on the windows and two of Xavier's senior warriors at the door. She didn't resist. She seemed, if anything, relieved in the specific way that people are when they've been carrying something for too long and have finally been allowed to stop.

"Petra runs the logistics office on Carmine on the third floor. She handles the dead drops and the routing schedules for the Red Dragon. Silas sends her the boy's coordinates every six hours so she can clear the grid ahead of the transport van. If we get her terminal, we get the next three drop locations before Silas even generates them." Zaria looked at me, her eyes wide. "Can we trust this?" "Domo confirmed it," I said. "But Petra won't let anyone through the door unless she recognizes them. So Nicholas will go in first and tell her he has the emergency physical ledger from the south road. Once the door is unlatched, we move." "I'm going in with him," Zaria said instantly. "No," I countere

"We've arrived!" Egil announces to Petra with a self-satisfied smile and a terrifying gaze. "This is it. You'll love the surprise I prepared for you." The door opens and Petra sees Petrona, standing on tiptoes on a chair, with shackles on both wrists and around her neck, hanging from the ceiling, with bleeding wounds all over her body from the torture she was subjected to. A heartbreaking scream escapes Petra in that moment. She runs to her, still crying. Petrona is still alive, but badly injured, it's impossible for her to survive for much longer.