Book Four in the Tugsten Series.
Ranking
🥇 in theark 17/02/2020
🥇 in bellamy 20/05/2021
🥈 in sanctum 05/05/2020
#24 in bellamyblake 2/11/2019
#8 in engineering 02/02/2020
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"He is Russel Lightbourne, seventh of his line, savior of Sanctum and you will bow before using his name."
"I don't think so"
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When the leader ordered them to lock us up I thought he meant a dreary dripping dungeon. Something darker. I've been locked up my fair share and I must say none of them have ever provided me with booze. We've been brought into some kind of tavern. Table and chairs have been spread around amongst the colorful lanterns and clothes. Despite the circumstances it's truly beautiful.
Murphy's been placed on a table we've managed to push together, Emori sat at the head whilst Bellamy takes his place by Murphy's side. I know he's feeling guilty. He was the one who held him under with his hands in a drug-induced rage. That said I was too stuck in my own head to stop him. If I had been there Murphy probably wouldn't have died. Catching Bellamy's gaze as he lifts his eyes from Murphy I return mine to Abby who's assessing my neck a few tables away. That's how it's been since we got in here. Neither of us exchanging words. Merely solemn looks and guilty glances.
Every now and again Abby presses a sensitive spot causing me to hiss under my breath. Quickly apologising, Abby returns to assessing the tender skin. "There doesn't seem to be any permanent damage. Some minor bruising from the pressure", Abby assures me quietly, removing her fingers "Your voice should come back tomorrow-"
