Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 331

09:42 Tue, Oct 13 MM

Rewrite The Apocalypse Dream

Chapter 331 Fletcher Joins Little Dove

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Jonna’s voice came out perfectly flat. “I gave you the zombie vaccine, Fletcher. Let’s call that even.”

The word hung in the air for exactly one heartbeat.

“Wait, what?”

Glacier’s chair cracked as ice raced up its legs and across the seat, swallowing the armrests in a glittering sheet. He shot to his feet, one finger stabbing across the desk at Fletcher. “You developed a vaccine? Something that stops you from getting infected, and you never gave me any?”

Joanna swallowed. She had meant to. She truly had. It had simply slipped her mind somewhere between the earthquakes, the wall, and the faction bearing down on Dillon. “Oh,” she said. “Right.”

“Oh, right?”

Fletcher’s mouth curled into a slow, smug smile, and he leaned back in his chair like a cat settling into a sunbeam. “Little Dove cares about me more.” He lifted his glass in a small toast. “Of course she gave me the

vaccine.”

Joanna turned toward Caleb with wide eyes, the silent plea unmistakable: help.

Caleb swallowed nervously, set down his whisky, and put on the brightest smile he could manage. “Well, Glacier, the vaccine isn’t that important. You can always heal in the hot spring!”

The glass in Fletcher’s hand shattered.

Whisky and shards spilled across the desk, and the smug smile vanished as though it had never existed. He rose halfway out of his chair, fist dripping, his voice a low, incredulous growl. “You let this rabid dog into your space?”

“Who are you calling a rabid dog,” Glacier snarled, frost roaring across the floor toward Fletcher’s boots, “you ape of a warlord?”

Joanna dropped her head into her hands. “we are going to need a bigger desk,” she muttered.

“Both of you, shut up.” Joanna’s voice came out sharp with exasperation, the sound of someone whose patience had finally worn through the last thread.

She didn’t shout. She didn’t need to. Frost and fury froze mid-motion anyway, Glacier with one boot on the edge of the desk, Fletcher with his bloodied fist still half raised. She dragged a hand down her face and exhaled hard through her nose, and somehow that landed harder than a yell.

She flicked her hand through the air. Space rippled, and a small metal case appeared with a soft thunk on the desk, rattling the shards of Fletcher’s ruined glass. “Here, Glacier.” She slid it toward him without looking, jaw tight. “Vaccines. Enough for you and everyone you care about. Don’t ask me to explain why I forgot.”

Glacier stared at the case, then at her. The ice on his chair began to melt, and he sat down slowly, the fight draining out of him. He didn’t say a word. He just pulled the case against his chest, and Caleb had the good

sense not to comment.

Joanna turned to Fletcher. Another wave of her hand, and a sheaf of papers materialized in her palm, the

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top page dense with dark script. “Fletcher,” she said, her tone still clipped but softening. “I can bring you into my space too. But only through a blood pact.” She laid the contract in front of him. “You’ll need to…”

Flecher had already picked up a pen.

He didn’t scan the clauses. He didn’t ask what the terms were. He signed his name across the bottom in one bold, unhesitating stroke, and when he looked up at her, the smugness and the exhaustion were both gone. His eyes were warm, steady, and completely sincere.

Joanna let out a shaky breath. Something in her chest went tight and strange. “You know,” she said softly, “once your blood touches it, you’ll be bound to me. You’ll have to give one hundred percent…”

Fletcher lifted his hand, bit down on the pad of his finger until it broke the skin, and pressed it firmly to the page. The ink drank the blood, and the paper flared with a faint crimson light.

“…loyalty,” she finished.

The glow faded. The office was silent except for the soft hiss of melting frost. Caleb quietly set down his whisky, and even Glacier looked away, as if he’d walked in on something private.

Fletcher’s mouth curved, small and genuine for once. “Little Dove,” he said, “I signed the moment you said you’d bring me in.”

The paper flared crimson, and Joanna felt it settle into her chest: a faint, invisible thread pulling taut, a second heartbeat where there had been none. A little huff escaped her, half surprise and half relief, and she nodded once.

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