Chameleon Moon by RoAnna Sylver

Chameleon Moon by RoAnna Sylver

Author:RoAnna Sylver
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: RoAnna Sylver
Published: 2016-10-01T12:35:20+00:00


Regan led the small group down a hallway that seemed familiar, hoping they were heading the right way and not deeper into the compound. Zilch bent awkwardly double over Finn, as if protecting him from driving hail, or just further pain. “You sure this is the way?”

“Sure hope so. I mean—yes!” They rounded the corner, and burst through one last set of heavy metal doors, into a wide driveway. At its end, someone peeked out from around a corner and waved: Danae, flushed and sweaty and grinning from ear to ear. She mouthed something and beckoned them on, practically bouncing with glee. Rose, relief flooding her face, signaled to Danae to wait a moment and turned around as Zilch rushed forward with Finn. Then she stopped as Regan’s entire body went rigid, every muscle locking.

“Regan, are you all right?” He didn’t answer, and she took a step closer. She couldn’t tell if he was even still breathing. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t hear her. He couldn’t turn to answer, or move. All he could do was stare. Someone was in the doorway they’d just come out, leaning heavily against the side, panting with effort and pain. A skinny white kid with knobby knees, a mop of curly blonde hair, and dark circles under his eyes. Barefoot and vulnerable and wrapped in scorched paper like Finn.

Regan knew him. It had only been a few nights, but it already seemed like a lifetime. His fingertips twitched with the muscle memory of balled fists, slamming him against a brick wall, the smell of blood. He even remembered his name. Cairus. Cai.

The young man—Cairus—stared, bright blue eyes boring a hole in Regan as if he was the only other person in the world, widening until the whites stood out all around and his face twisted into a grimace of horror, or maybe pain.

Regan opened his mouth, but Cairus’s arms snapped up and the motion was enough to shock him into silence and stillness.

Then he saw the gun. The young man’s white-knuckled hands held it, tight but unsteadily, and the barrel shook as it pointed at Regan’s head.

He froze.

Suddenly he felt like he’d been thrown back to that first night in the alley behind the Emerald Bar, when there had been nothing in his head but a terrifying vacuum and crushing silence. He didn’t know where he was anymore, if there was ground beneath his feet or sky above him, or anyone else around; right now he had even less than he did then, because then at least he knew his name. Right now, all he knew was the gun.

There was someone behind him, he registered dimly. But that was background noise, faint and nonspecific. In front of him, in brutally harsh relief, was the gun. Held by the one person in Parole who recognized Regan, but not for any of the reasons he wanted.

“Regan?”

Someone said his name. He knew the voice. But that was all.

He could have turned around then, but he couldn’t take his eyes



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