If it had been just a scratch, it would have stopped hurting by now.
That's what she thought, anyway.
Of course, her thoughts weren't the best.
“I hope you're satisfied,” the female said.
Adryel looked up and sighed. “You can take your animal dung and shove it, Roemary.”
Roemary threw her shoulders back. “You need to know; this is all your fault.”
Adryel waved her arm at her like she was brushing away a bug. “Seriously. You can move along. If you're injured, see the medics. If not, go, I don't know, bug someone else.” Any snippy comeback she may have had died on her lips.
It didn't really matter.
She carried plenty of guilt over this. Because now they were trapped here. And if it really had been somehow connected to the Rhysgarrds, then they’d tried to kill an entire ship of people in order to get to her.
Roemary wasn’t helping with that feeling either.
At least Janae was safe. She hoped so, anyway. By the time she'd gotten her bearings from the second explosion, Janae was gone.
Graecey was gone.
Who knew who else had gone over that edge into the jungle below.
And now Roemary was here, blaming her?
Of course she was.
Well, whatever got her through the day. It didn't matter, because not a damn thing mattered anymore.
Roemary leaned down. “You are a waste of skin, and you don't deserve to be alive.”
Adryel raised her eyebrow. “That's a little dark, even for you.” She looked around, and realized what was different about this.
Roemary was alone.
Roemary never traveled alone.
“You will pay for what you've done,” Roemary said.
“Can you tell me what that is, exactly? Because I've done so many things. I have a list, and frankly, anything I've done to offend you is really low on the bottom of that list.” She stood up. “So if you got a problem with me, get in line. There are a lot bigger stars than you with issues with me.”
She smirked. “You have no idea who I am.”
“Oh stars, here we go,” Adryel said.
“You cannot imagine what I've endured--”
“Stop it right there. Listen, goddess--”
Roemary put her hand on her chest, offended at the name 'goddess,' which wasn't a flattering term anywhere on Kerde.
Adryel didn’t let her continue. “I don't care who you are, or what you had to endure. I promise you, I've been through worse. And the fact that you'd dare compare your lack of a manicure or whatever to being kicked out when you're a kid, living on the streets, and one last hope being this program, then you truly are the most self-centered female on this planet. Hell, in this galaxy.”
She opened her mouth to argue her point, when a Kantenan came over, one with long, slim, pointed horns on his head.
“Ladies, is there a problem?” Unlike the grumpy one from before, this male oozed charm. Smiling, even.
