Page 27 of Cinder's Adventure: Get Me To the Wedding!

At this, Gerdrut turned her eyes up to Serilda, frowning. “I have a question about the story you told.”

“All right. Go on.”

“I just wanted to know”—the girl hesitated, her frown becoming more pronounced—“what in the name of Wyrdith is a cyborg?”

The end.

Chapter 28

Cinder moved closer to the stone and reached out her hand. As her fingers neared the tiny red gem, it began to glow, lighting up like a firefly. It grew brighter with every step Cinder took, until all of this strange enchanted forest became nothing but brilliant light.

As her fingers neared the stone, she felt like she was standing on a precipice with nothing but emptiness dropping off in every direction. A powerful wind emerged from nowhere, buffeting against her from every angle.

She gritted her teeth, squinting against the light and the wind as she stretched her fingertips forward.

When she picked up the gem, all the world exploded.

Proceed to Chapter 9.

Chapter 29

“Whatever,” Cinder muttered, stooping to pick up the giant die. She lifted it with both hands and gave it a toss. It rolled a few feet away, struck the stone, bounced back, and landed just in front of her again.

She had rolled a twenty.

She grinned smugly. “Nice.” She looked up at the strangers. “That’s good, right?”

The burly man, the sweet elf, and the grumpy demon-looking girl exchanged looks. They appeared exasperated, and maybe a tiny bit worried.

“Yeah,” grunted the horned girl. “That’s good. Obviously.”

“Maybe… let’s try that again?” boomed the Game Master’s voice from the trees.

Shrugging, Cinder picked up the die and tossed it again.

Again, it landed on twenty.

She whooped.

Pru groaned. “Here we go again.”

“It just shouldn’t be possible,” muttered the voice. “One more time.”

“If you insist,” said Cinder. Again, she threw the die.

Again—twenty.

She fisted her hands on her hips and looked up toward the trees. “Why are we doing this, exactly?”

But before the disembodied voice, or anyone else’s, could answer, Cinder felt a shift in her body. Almost as if she were being controlled by some Lunar mind manipulation, her stance started to change. Her feet widened. Her knees bent into a crouch, ready to spring. Her arms raised protectively before her face.

One of the fingers on her cyborg hand spun open, ejecting the sharp and dangerous-looking stiletto knife.

No longer smiling, she glared at the three strangers.

They stared back.

Even the barbarian boy, with all his muscles, gulped loudly.

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