Chapter 10
Tegwin’s grin when Luis walked into the exam room the next day was too infectious to resist, even after he’d slept less than the night before.
“You’re not under house arrest anymore,” she said, holding out a small black bag. “You won’t have to track me or Ben down to get in or out of this place, either. Or into another apartment if you’re interested.”
Inside was a thin silver bracelet, less than half the width of Luis’s pinkie finger. It was open, hinged in the middle underneath the blue and gold TransGalactic logo. When Luis closed it around his wrist, it fit perfectly against every contour of his flesh and bone.
“I’m very interested in other apartments,” he said, returning her smile. “At least one other one. How do I get it back off?”
“You don’t,” Tegwin said. “Not until
