BOOK 4 of the ORPHIC Series
DISENTHRALL
/ˌdisənˈTHrôl/
set free.
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When Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker starts adjusting to a world without Captain America and more government therapy sessions...
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"Do you not recognize these kind hands and these brittle eyes?"
Cairo, Egypt January, 2025
LUCY GASPED AWAKE, A black shard protruding from her hand. Her crown was heavy against her forehead as her cloak billowed beneath her. She blinked furiously as her eyes darted around the area. She was standing in the center of the ring. Marc was in his Avatar suit, his hands raised as if he was expecting her to fight.
Layla was beside him, a frown on her face.
Something warm covered her hand.
Lucy looked down to see the blade in her hand had punctured something– someone. Her eyes widened as she lifted her head. Nephthys's shadows were moving jerkily, sporadically around her feet. It was wrapped around Lucy's hand, the black shard jammed into her torso, going clean through her.
Lucy gasped, breathing heavily as the blade dissolved.
Nephthys inhaled shakily and Lucy dove forward, catching her before she could fall to the floor. She kneeled, pulling Nephthys upward to help her breathe.
There was a mess of black and red and thick blood.
Lucy's eyes darted around the arena and her breath came out panicked as bloodied bodies surrounded her. Had she done that? But she'd been asleep. How had she done that? It didn't make any sense– it didn't– she didn't mean to do that.
Oh god, had she relapsed?
What had she done?
She wasn't supposed to be like that anymore—she wasn't—this wasn't possible.
She gripped onto Nephthys's shoulders, holding her tight to her chest.
She looked down to see if the goddess was healing because there was no way she was that weak. There was no way Nephthys had survived this long without being harmed so badly– right? That had to be it. She surveyed the injury as her vision blurred.
She was bleeding too much, her hands at her sides.
Lucy let out shuddering breaths.
This wasn't right.
What had happened?
What had Harrow done to her?
Stop panicking, she told herself, stop panicking– Nephthys needs you. Nephthys was going to die.
