Small hands and metal-breath, touching and breathing and in her space. Out, Cade thought. But she couldn’t be sure she was saying it. The Noise hammered so loud that when she moved her lips, she didn’t know if the words pushed past them, into the needle-cold, antiseptic air. Unmakers milled aroun...
Her red-soaked clothes had been cut off and she wore a plastic sheet, with plastic tubes crossed over it. The blood in the tubes, the pumping and pulsing, made it seem like Ayumi’s life had been lifted out of her body and was suspended above her. “They think she might wake up,” Lee said. She sat ...