Chapter 6
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I opened my eyes.
All the minions were on their feet and smiling. I smiled back, and the room erupted in sounds of joy. The minions ran to me. There were so many hugs, so many tears of joy. I held each one for a moment and accepted their words of gratitude. I told them not to worry, I would always protect them, and when each one had left to rejoin their friends, I looked for Royal.
He was standing in the shadows near the entrance.
“That went well,” I said with a smile.
“I guess so.”
“What do you mean, you guess so? They’re all better, they’re all healthy. Even the ones that were only emotionally traumatized felt better. What wrong with that?” I demanded.
“You’re right.”
“Damn right.” A thought crossed my mind. “Hey, where’s Spin? I thought you said he was in here?”
“Right this way,” Royal crossed the tent and led me to a flap in the back wall.
“Why is he in there?”
“We thought it best to separate the worst cases,” Royal rubbed again at the scruff on his chin. “It was too hard for the others.”
“What was?”
“Watching them die, Phoenix. Some of these little guys were eviscerated by Sid’s men.”
“f**k that.” I moved to push past him, but he stood his ground.
“Phoenix, these guys don’t just have a bump on the head or a split lip, there’s nothing we can do for them.”
“There’s nothing you can do for them.” I hissed the words in his face. “I am their queen. Now let me pass.”
“Alright, your majesty.” He growled the words as he stepped aside.
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