Daughters Revolution / Season 1, Episode 9
Blood on the Stone
Episode 9: Blood on the Stone Solange’s cheek burns where the rock fragments grazed her, a hot sting that pulls her back from the edge of panic. Her breath rasps in her throat, shallow and quick, as she presses herself tighter against the boulder. The air smells of damp earth and gunpowder, sharp and acrid, lingering from the skirmish that drove them here. Beyond the jagged stone, the forest hums with danger—boots crunching on fallen leaves, low voices muttering orders, the faint twang of a crossbow being reloaded. They’re close. Too close. Her fingers curl around the hilt of the knife at her hip, the worn leather grip slick with sweat. She doesn’t dare peek out, not yet. Instead, she listens, her ears straining to pick apart the sounds. A man grunts, heavy and irritated, maybe ten paces away. Another shifts, the scrape of metal on metal—a sword being drawn, or a bolt being notched. Her heart hammers so hard she’s sure they’ll hear it, a traitor drumming against her ribs. “Solange,” a whisper cuts through, barely audible, urgent. It’s Marc, his voice rough from behind a cluster of brambles to her left. She doesn’t turn her head, doesn’t risk the movement, but her eyes flick toward the sound. He’s crouched low, his pistol clutched in one hand, useless with...