Alexandria

The small room exploded in a chorus of retorts.

Suzanna's skin paled until it filled with red, her blood running to parts unknown and then rushing to the surface. She wobbled on her too-high heels until she found her voice. "What the hell? Her? What the hell?"

Her distaste for foul language was forgotten as she spewed and sputtered. She repeated the question, each time louder, though no one answered. She wasn't alone. Nox was on his feet, rage ...