The teasing definitely has to stop. There was a moment of astonished silence after the poke on my shoulder before Willow Aria Hunt let out a sigh. One of my sergeants. She decided to skip the inauguration as a display of rebellion. Redim, being isolated, only has both of us now.

“I saw some of them, Willow. The glazed. They are roaming around in the forest.” 

Her long hair hits my face as she slowly turns her face towards me on the sand. I spit some of ...