Chapter 25Direct physical contact with the spirit was freezing Jules’s glove and rapidly sinking its teeth into his fingers.
“Jules?” MAR-A said.
The spirit continued to turn her head and her eyes were so dark, like space devoid of stars. Singularities pulling on his soul.
His eyes saw through the vision provided by his other sight. Saw the bar, MAR-A leaping over the bar to come to his aid. Too slow.
Before her eyes locked on his, Jules triggered his prosthetic face to disengage. The connections came free as he reached up and removed it.
The common area around him faded into insubstantiality, shadows vaguely sensed more than seen. But it was as if a veil had lifted from his other sight.
She came into solid focus. Her robe hid nothing. The red and blue ribbons of light poured from th
