𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡: ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔚𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰

Chapter Twenty-two: Orders Stand

Narrator

After the fight was concluded Amber sat in the medical bay, being checked for any unseen injuries. Ze'ev was outside the door speaking with someone. "Okay you're good to go Monroe," the woman said. She nodded and left the room to retrieve her bag, passing Ze'ev in the process. "Give me a minute," he muttered to the person on the phone. "Is everything alright? Do you need a right back?" She nodded and declined the need for a ride. "I already have one on their way." He nodded and went back to his conversation on the phone.

She encountered Kalia in the locker rooms, already healed from the bruises sustained from the match. She smiled, patting the young woman's shoulder. "I really underestimated you Amber, you're a lot more knowledgeable than I thought." Amber giggled, folding her arms behind her back. "All I could tell you is to never underestimate me." Barren took her at her word, and left, leaving her to retrieve her items.

Coming up to the entrance, her driver was waiting outside with an uneasy look in her eyes. "What's the matter?" she found herself asking. "You do know my boss is going to kill me right?" Amber raised a brow confused, insinuating on the matter. "You were in close proximity to a hunter, and not just any hunter, a Corveri'," she hissed. "I know that," she replied. "You know that, and you expect me to keep this from my boss?"

"I'm not expecting you to, you will keep this under sealed lips," she replied, folding her arms. The tone she relayed it in was unsettling, even pinching a nerve for the guard. "I may be ordered to obey your every need, but my loyalty is not pledged to you, it's pledged to Morozova." Monroe chuckled, rolling her eyes. The next second she held the guard by her throat, surprising the woman for the raw strength the smaller woman was displaying.

"I know you're loyal, maybe to a fault even. But, this situation is not to leave your lips at all. Nod if you understand me," she growled. A bit shocked, the guard obliged and she let go. She got in the car herself and a stream of smoke flowed out of her nasal canals. After the quiet drive returning home she hid in her room to shower off all the sweat and must from the fight. "That was a bit unethical, don't you think Amber," Tora commented.

"Not now," she whispered under the avalanche of warm water beating across her skin. "We need to talk. You just choked out a hellhound." She growled, her head hitting the tiled wall of the shower. "I won't apologise for it. But I do acknowledge the unethical part of the situation. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Tora's lava eyes narrowed, her tail waving in the air with calculation. But in the end she didn't reply, choosing to stay more attentive to the young woman. "Maybe you should check your head again," she muttered.

Amber ignored the sly comment and got out. Dried off, to get dressed... well halfway. Just a short night pants but nothing over her top half. All she needed to get was a power nap.

A few hours later, Alexis came home. She slammed the door shut, scorach marks leaving a print on the polished wood floor. She calmed a little once she caught Amber's scent.

"Кровавые приказы. Большая часть этих трансформаций - сраное совпадение."

"Bloody, orders. There's to much of these transformations to be a fucking coincidence," she grumbled in her native language. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the cabinets, along with a glass. She poured a portion, before gulping the substance down. Leaning forward over the island she sighed, combing her finger through her soft chestnut curls.

Just then as she began to relax her phone buzzed. A groan left her lips as her head dropped between her folded arms. She pulled it from her pocket to view the notification. It was a summonuce email from the council, and her jaw muscle ticked. "Fucking hell," she growled. Her hand, squezzed around the corners of the device, instantly crushing it. The remnants dropped from her grasp and her head dropped between her arms again.