Chapter 36

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They stopped again that night and Cress was given some 

 bread,  dried fruit, and water. 

She listened to the sounds of camp outside the van and

 tried  to  sleep, but it came only in fits.

They started early again the next morning.

She became less and less sure that Thorne come for her.

 She kept seeing him embracing that other woman, and 

 imagined that he was glad he no longer had to bother

 himself with the weak, naive Lunar shell.

Even the fantasies that had consoled and comforted her 

 for so many years aboard the satellite were growing 

 feeble. 

 She was not a warrior, brave and strong and ready to 

defend justice. 

 She was not the most beautiful girl in the land, able to 

evoke empathy and respect from even the most hard-

hearted villain. 

 She was not even a damsel knowing that a hero would 

someday rescue her.

Instead, she spent the agonizing hours wondering whether 

 she was to become a slave, a servant, a feast for cannibals,

 a human sacrifice, or whether she would be returned to 

Queen Levana and tortured for her betrayal.

Eventually, late in the second day of her entrapment,

 the vans stopped and the doors were thrown open. 

Cress cringed at the brightness and tried to scuffle away,

 but she was grabbed and hauled outside.

 She landed on her knees.

 Pain shot up her spine, but her captor ignored her

 whimpering as he tugged her to her feet and bound

 her wrists.

The pain soon faded, trounced by adrenaline and curiosity.

 They'd arrived at a new town, but even she could tell this 

 one had never been as wealthy or populated as Kufra.

 Modest buildings the color of the desert stretched down a 

 sand-spotted road.

 Walls of red clay, painted indigo and pink, had long been 

 bleached in the sun, there roofs covered with broken tiles. 

 A fenced area not far away held half a dozen camels and 

there were a few more wheeled, dirty vehicles stationed 

along the street, and—

She blinked the sun and sand from her eyes.

A spaceship sat in the center of town.

 A Rampion.

Her heart skipped with frenzied hope, but it was 

 quickly smothered. 

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