Zoroka finished her meal and set aside her plate. Withdrawing yet another cigarette, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, the image of her mother's blood and sweat-drenched face coming back to haunt her.
"Just go," Nine yelled. The living chains that grew out of her right arm uncoiled from around his throat. "I'll hold them off, but you have to go now."
"I'll meet with you in Evendusk. Now go!"
When she opened her eyes, her throat was tight. Swallowing hard, she blinked back the glassiness in her eyes.
I should have gone back, she thought. I shouldn't have waited so long...
But then she straightened her spine. There was nothing that could be done about it now. Nowhere to go, but forward.
Hold on, Mother. I'm coming for you. Even if I have to drag you out of the pits of Hell... I'm coming.
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