It was a hell of a plan. Especially for one she'd come up with on the fly. I had always known Mara was a champ at making snap decisions. I had never guessed she'd betray me.
But her plan wasn't perfect. She didn't know about the messages I'd set up for Vette. The ones that would only send if I wasn't around to check in. As I'd waited for Mara to arrive at the backup site, I'd updated them one last time, laying it all out.
I knew I could trust Vette. I'd spent a lifetime with her, after all. And you should trust her, too. Because if you're reading this, it means she found me. I make it back. And if I make it back, I know I won't fail.
The hunter roared again. Closer. A ten-ton horror trampled the ground, snapping saplings. I had a small bag of supplies, an extendable claw the length of my forearm, and two lives of experience across a hundred different worlds.
It didn't stand a chance.
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Table of Contents
THECUTTING ROOM:
I
II
III
V
VI