Cyber 7

Iris

It was barely light when I finally gave up trying to fall into a deep sleep and swung my legs from the bed. Sitting there, with my toes brushing against the carpet, I tried to gather my thoughts. I had expected Cyber to come back. Maybe drunk and horny. Part of me even wanted that.

If only because it would have given me a chance to yell at him.

I wanted to hate him; I even had every right to hate him. But being around him was hard. My own reaction to him was hard. Because though I hated him, the little spark of the old me was attracted to him still.

It was tough being at war with myself over the man who had killed my father.

What I couldn't do was sit in that room a moment longer. Maggie had been right about that. When I was alone and had nothing to do, my thoughts took over. And they were never nice unicorn-filled thoughts. I needed to keep busy.

Without thinking, I reached for my bag. I didn't have any of my own clothes there, but I did have some that Darcie had given me. The