Four
On the sunny street outside Viscosity, Grace took a deep breath.
Heron stepped up beside her and did the same. “Yes, there’s something suffocating about laboratories. They’re completely unnatural. My mother says science must be done out here.”
He gestured at the wide boulevard divided by the second-level transport above and the whizzing white CityRides below. A second-level transport, looking like a large silver disk, flew by in the direction of the hospital.
“She had no right to imply that you needed a new face. That was incredibly unprofessional. And incorrect. Your face is lovely.”
“She only wanted publicity for Viscosity.”
He seemed to consider this. “It was still horribly rude.”
His anger surprised her. They’d just met. There was no reason for him to feel defensive on her
