It’s now 2098. Drian hasn’t thought about the Rendering since she became leader of a rebel faction—mostly because she’s an expert at hiding her feelings behind a thick outer wall of badass attitude.
All that changes when Colvin Hinton walks into her camp. With his easy swagger and even easier demeanor, Colvin makes being a rebel look good enough to taste. But when Drian finds herself tangled in his charms she lets down her guard, giving an old enemy the chance to take her out once and for all.
If loving a man is this dangerous, would Drian have been better off remaining in the clutches of her father and living with the scars of being RENDERED?
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Liam snorted. “Always simply surviving. I want more than just survival, Drian. And I’m not the only one. You’ve had plenty of time to come up with a plan to make our lives better. How much more time do you need?” He turned toward the gathered crowd. “How long will we listen to excuses?”
A few responded to Liam’s question. Though not many, it was enough to know the sentiment would catch on. Drian needed a way out of this. She didn’t agree with Liam, but soon they would all want more action and she needed to be the voice of reason.
“If you can’t deliver, maybe you shouldn’t be leading us.”
The fire caught on a new log and intensified. Drian felt the heat wash over her, flushing her face and body with its energy. She let it fuel her words. “Then let’s do it. Let’s form a plan, go in and attack the fort. We have, what, fifty people? Not including the children, of course. Let’s send them all in, and when Becker’s men capture us—because he will; there’s a few hundred guarding the place—who will rescue us? The children we’ve left behind?”
They were silent, the only sound being the crack of the flames. She watched their faces turn from ignorant pride to shame.
“I might be able to help you with that.”
Fifty heads whipped in the direction of the darkness, hers included. A man emerged from the forest with the predation of a bobcat. Wearing breeches, boots, a button-down shirt and a sage-green coat with wooden buttons, he made standard-issue clothing look appealing. Almost sensual. As he stood in a corner of the firelight, Drian noted his dark blond hair, fiercely sharp eyes and quiet confidence that almost knocked her over. It must’ve done the same to everyone else there, for no one said one word.
He smiled, his eyes twinkling. “Join me and my men, and we can take the fort. We can change this from a rebellion of skirmishes to an actual uprising.”