Book Seven: Chapter 104

In truth, she was just trying to keep her shit together. The dull pain in her twisted ankle constantly cried out for her attention, and the mental toll of the last twenty four hours was finally catching up to her. She wanted nothing more than to lay down somewhere and sleep it off. Usually when she got this way, she would either talk through her problems with Wallace or fuck him to improve her mood. When this mission was over, she planned on scheduling time off and utilizing one of the therapists the Order had on file. The last thing she wanted was for this mission to become the thing that finally broke her.

“I won’t be broken,” she whispered, her voice echoing off the walls. It was the same mantra that had gotten her through her experience with the drakes, and every other disaster since then. When it was just her against the world, she refused to succumb to the cracks.

“Is it getting warmer in here?” asked Quetzalli from up ahead.

Ratu frowned and knelt down in th