“Appreciate you coming so quickly,” I croaked.
“Don’t make predictions you might not live to keep.” Kaia flashed sharp teeth.
“Fix him. Right now.” No diplomacy from Nate.
She hissed. “I’m not your conscript, boy.”
He drew bead on her. “Got a payload says you are.”
She
blew him a kiss, and his gun flew across the room. “You’re lucky I
didn’t make it shoot you in the head. Now, sit down and let me work.”
Her hands were warm, cold, blazing hot. I screamed as seams closed at a creeping pace.
“Pain’s the price,” she whispered. “Second favor. Done.”
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