The orb Solomon threw felt like a literal piece of the sun in my hand. It was vibrating so hard I thought it might shatter my bones. I didn't hesitate; I pressed it against Nix’s chest. For a second, a pulse of brilliant blue light enveloped her, and the terrifying grey drain stopped. Her skin didn't regain its color, but the black 'Deletion-Mark' on her neck froze, turning into a harmless-looking tattoo. She looked like a statue—a perfect, unmoving snapshot of a girl in pain.
"What did you do to her?" I demanded, spinning around to face Solomon. I didn't trust the 'kind' face. In this world, a kind face was usually just a better-designed skin.
"I put her in a buffer," Solomon said, his voice as smooth as polished glass. He didn't move like the other Suits; he had a slight limp, a 'glitc
