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words as if they were a mantra she commonly chanted.
“Whatever you did needs to be revealed to me alone. I won’t tell the others in charge, I’ll just use that knowledge to make sure progress can still be made , within protocol. Do we have an understanding?” she asked, raising one perfectly arched pale blonde eyebrow until it disappeared into the sharp line created by her bangs.
Unable to use her voice, Brynn attempted to nod at the woman. She may not have known anything about what she supposedly did, but she wasn’t an idiot. If whatever information this woman wanted was the key to staying alive, she was going to use that to her advantage. However, try as she might, Brynn was unable to make her body listen to her and her sma ll nod proved to be impossible.
Anger flashed through the Angel’s eyes briefly at Brynn’s silence and sh e stood abruptly from her seat.
“Perhaps I’ll come back when you’re feeling a bit more talkative,” the woman said icily. “Until then I think you need to sleep for a while. So try to get some rest while I decide what we’ll do with you. For progress.”
* * *
Eyes pressed firmly closed, Brynn tried to ignore the bead of sweat that ran down her temple and the pounding headache she had woken with. Instead, she tried to recreate the soothing voice she’d heard in her dreams, but the memory was already fading away.
She couldn’t remember much about her dream that night, only that she’d been face-to-face with her Angel once more and that there was some bit of information she was looking for. Even those details were already slipping away like the last bit of darkness succumbing to the sun.
Brynn sat up in her large bed and looked out the window behind her. The sky was just starting to lighten as the sun rose on the eastern side of the city, light ing a path to the ocean beyond.
“Clarity,” she said quietly to herself, glad (for some reason that she didn’t quite understand) that her voice was working. “That’s what I need. Some clarity.”
She didn’t bother asking Charlie to get her some new clothes. Instead she pulled her black boots over the stretchy black pants she’d slept in. She grabbed her grey fitted jacket from the floor and put it on over the baggy white T-shirt she wore while tying her hair up into a bun on top of her head.
It didn’t take long for her to reach the sandy beach right over the hill of waxy , green plants. Despite the chilly wind that blew in from the ocean, a light mask of sweat sprang up on Brynn’s face from the effort of climbing over the hill in the morning sun.
Without a second thought about what had happened the last time she tried to prove that the ocean wasn’t dangerous, she stripped off her coat, pulled her boots off, and walked straight at the ominous force of the crashing waves. Even if she’d hit a dead end with everything else so far, she could still find som e way to break out of the norm.
The freezing water that hit violently against her ankles as she stormed into the ocean was almost painful in its iciness. It made her bones ache and instantly turned her skin bright red. The last time she’d taken a dip in the sea, the water was much warmer, though the time of day probably had a large part to play in that.
Ignoring the pain, Brynn pushed through until she was up to her waist in the arctic liquid. Her breathing was rapid as she tried to keep her body from freezing. This time she wasn’t going to let the ocean take her feet out from under her. She was in control. It didn’t matter that the library trip had been a failure or that she still couldn’t find her lost city. It didn’t matter that the Angel she dreamed about every night still didn’t make any sense to her. What she was doing at that very moment was something she had complete control over. There was no one out at the beach to tell her she couldn’t dive into the water. This was a choice she could make on her own.
Glaring out at the endless
“Whatever you did needs to be revealed to me alone. I won’t tell the others in charge, I’ll just use that knowledge to make sure progress can still be made , within protocol. Do we have an understanding?” she asked, raising one perfectly arched pale blonde eyebrow until it disappeared into the sharp line created by her bangs.
Unable to use her voice, Brynn attempted to nod at the woman. She may not have known anything about what she supposedly did, but she wasn’t an idiot. If whatever information this woman wanted was the key to staying alive, she was going to use that to her advantage. However, try as she might, Brynn was unable to make her body listen to her and her sma ll nod proved to be impossible.
Anger flashed through the Angel’s eyes briefly at Brynn’s silence and sh e stood abruptly from her seat.
“Perhaps I’ll come back when you’re feeling a bit more talkative,” the woman said icily. “Until then I think you need to sleep for a while. So try to get some rest while I decide what we’ll do with you. For progress.”
* * *
Eyes pressed firmly closed, Brynn tried to ignore the bead of sweat that ran down her temple and the pounding headache she had woken with. Instead, she tried to recreate the soothing voice she’d heard in her dreams, but the memory was already fading away.
She couldn’t remember much about her dream that night, only that she’d been face-to-face with her Angel once more and that there was some bit of information she was looking for. Even those details were already slipping away like the last bit of darkness succumbing to the sun.
Brynn sat up in her large bed and looked out the window behind her. The sky was just starting to lighten as the sun rose on the eastern side of the city, light ing a path to the ocean beyond.
“Clarity,” she said quietly to herself, glad (for some reason that she didn’t quite understand) that her voice was working. “That’s what I need. Some clarity.”
She didn’t bother asking Charlie to get her some new clothes. Instead she pulled her black boots over the stretchy black pants she’d slept in. She grabbed her grey fitted jacket from the floor and put it on over the baggy white T-shirt she wore while tying her hair up into a bun on top of her head.
It didn’t take long for her to reach the sandy beach right over the hill of waxy , green plants. Despite the chilly wind that blew in from the ocean, a light mask of sweat sprang up on Brynn’s face from the effort of climbing over the hill in the morning sun.
Without a second thought about what had happened the last time she tried to prove that the ocean wasn’t dangerous, she stripped off her coat, pulled her boots off, and walked straight at the ominous force of the crashing waves. Even if she’d hit a dead end with everything else so far, she could still find som e way to break out of the norm.
The freezing water that hit violently against her ankles as she stormed into the ocean was almost painful in its iciness. It made her bones ache and instantly turned her skin bright red. The last time she’d taken a dip in the sea, the water was much warmer, though the time of day probably had a large part to play in that.
Ignoring the pain, Brynn pushed through until she was up to her waist in the arctic liquid. Her breathing was rapid as she tried to keep her body from freezing. This time she wasn’t going to let the ocean take her feet out from under her. She was in control. It didn’t matter that the library trip had been a failure or that she still couldn’t find her lost city. It didn’t matter that the Angel she dreamed about every night still didn’t make any sense to her. What she was doing at that very moment was something she had complete control over. There was no one out at the beach to tell her she couldn’t dive into the water. This was a choice she could make on her own.
Glaring out at the endless
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