“I need to barf.”
Coil set her down and held her by the wrists as she leaned forward to cough up mouthfuls of bile. Her stomach was already empty of food.
Yeeah. Ew.
“The number, pet?”
Sundancer bent down to hold her, so her shoulders weren’t being twisted with her arms held behind her by Coil.
She can’t, Coil.
“Three point one percent,” Dinah gasped out.
Oh, looks like she can, just barely.
And those odds look a lot better. Good work, Dinah. I wish you hadn’t had to do it, but good work.
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