By Misa Buckley
Science Fiction Romance
Rescued from the evil clutches of Hammel, Grace gathers the mutated ex-residents and goes to war, determined to strike a finishing blow against the evil company.
My nose tickled. Wanting only to sleep, I batted at it in an attempt to push the itch away. Hands gripped my shoulders. Someone called my name. The floor beneath me trembled. A sound rumbled, both close and yet oddly distant. As if I’d heard it through water.
No, not water. Memory surged, and shock cleared the fog in my brain. I opened my eyes and pushed up.
“It’s okay.” Charity put an arm around me. “You’re safe now.”
“Well, not really,” muttered Emery. “There’s bombs. The whole place is going up.”
I looked around. Charity knelt at my side, Emery stood close by. Heidi was a little further away, wringing her hands as she glanced from me to an open door and back. Lucas waited in the doorway. His expression sent a frisson of fear through me.
“Where’s Benedict?” I asked, my voice faint for reasons that had nothing to do with my recent reawakening.
“Here.” He jogged into sight, sooty and rumpled, but still the best thing I’ve ever seen. The worry on his face turned to a tired smile. “Hello, Grace.”
I snorted and got my feet under me. My knees wobbled as I stood up. I locked them and put my hands on my hips. “Hello? I go through utter hell and all you can say is ‘Hello’?”
He laughed and closed the space. His arms crushed the air out of my lungs. Then his mouth was on mine, starving me of more oxygen. Not that I cared. I held on tight as fractured recollections of what had happened made me shiver.
“Um, could you two save that until we’re out of the burning building?” Charity asked.
Benedict pulled away with a rueful chuckle. “Good point.” He looked at me. “Can you walk?”
“I think so.”
“Come on, then.”