He breathed. Barely.
I looked at the faces around the room. Natalia, whose hand rested on the holographic table with her Ring casting frost across the wireframe tower. Skylar, who leaned against the doorframe like she did on every morning before violence. Emi, whose green aura pulsed in time with my heartbeat because she had mapped my rhythm so thoroughly that her body defaulted to it. Soomin, whose Fox pressed behind her eyes with a patience that would have terrified me six months ago and now just made me grateful. Raphael, whose fists said everything his mouth wouldn't.
