Kane shouted her name in the distance. She no longer sat on her stool, but instead found herself sprawled on the tile floor. Her left shoulder ached where she’d landed on it. Heat warmed the skin on her cheeks and forehead in marked contrast to the cool floor.
“Toria!”
Kane’s hands wrapped around her upper arms and tugged. The strange warmth got hotter, and an odd smell met her nose. Had she mixed some compounds wrong?
Her eyes shot open when all of the pieces fell together. Kane stood above her, shouting her name and attempting to haul her across the floor. She pushed herself up, banging the top of her head into Kane’s chin. They both yelped in pain.
Broken glass surrounded her, and the alloy oozed across the floor. Blue flames leapt from the silver liquid, gushing a thick white smoke
