Chapter Ninety-Nine:
A Judgement Clad in Frost and Tactical Stupidity
Chapter Ninety-Nine:
A Judgement Clad in Frost and Tactical Stupidity
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Down in the liquor-laced belly of the hive's southern cathedral—otherwise known as the club—Sophia stood by the bar like a queen awaiting a favored knight.
Her smile was the kind of indulgent that said yes, you may leave, but don't think I'm not watching you from orbit.
"Do you have everything you need, my sweet?" she purred, brushing a phantom speck from the counter.
"Yes, thank you." I adjusted the strap on my pack, then cocked my head. "Where's Keyla, by the way? Wanted to say goodbye to the little sunbeam before I vanish into sub-zero hell."
Sophia's smile twitched upward into something dangerously close to a grin.
