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Chapter 35: A Bad Hand

Nash and Zane were attached to invisible strings and I was the Puppetmaster. If I thought it, they did it. They behaved just oddly enough to explain the bruises I’d made sure were poorly hidden. The news in the morning was going to be interesting.

For an hour and a half, we rocked Fredericksburg. Anthony and Memphis waited in the wings, both watching intently. While I kept my focus mostly on the two men under my control, I couldn’t stop thinking about the two that had me under theirs. Metaphorically, at least.

"Virginia, how you feeling tonight?" My voice boomed through the speakers and was answered by high-pitched cacophony. I gave them a minute. "I’m looking at all of you out there and I’m wondering how many of you realize just how special tonight is. Some years ago, I was a member of Sanctuary For Lost Souls."