For whatever the fragment you got you're going to become. Nel's voice carried something rare and unwelcome, which was hesitation. I would advise against overexertion for seventy-two hours. Also, and I cannot stress this enough, the Audience is losing its mind. Apollo has flagged your metrics as priority viewing. Somebody up there just moved a very large amount of divine currency.
Fantastic. My cell division was now a pay-per-view event.
Emi's hand had not moved off my chest. Her thumb had, though, tracing a small, unconscious arc over the fabric of my shirt, drawing a gentle curve that followed the contour of muscle beneath. The motion was slow, exploratory, and I was ninety percent certain she didn't even realize she was doing it. The remaining ten percent suspected she knew exactly what she was doing and was pretending otherwise, which was somehow infinitely more dangerous.
