Harper
I crouched back down to ask Joe what "you'll walk yourself in" was supposed to mean, but I didn't get the chance.
A roar tore through the ceiling. Metal screaming on metal, then the grind of a concrete saw biting through the slab above us. Dust rained down, a slab of floor peeled back, and Fenn dropped through the gap with a rifle up and three of her crew behind her.
She took it all in one sweep. Me, Vane, Lyra. And Joe, bound on the floor, already blinking himself back. The field dose Lyra carried was built to drop a human, and Joe was anything but.
"Somebody," Fenn said, very evenly, "explains this. Now."
Joe got there first.
His eyes cleared, found Fenn, and the warmth flooded back into his face like he'd never been anything else. "Thank god. They jumped me." Hoarse, perfec
