I hurried to wipe it from the lens of my mask. Everything I saw was obscured by the streaks that remained, almost black in the light.
Ah. Right, masks.
Don’t you know, though, Taylor? Those lenses are sort of like glasses, and it’s a fact of life that glasses cannot be cleaned. A law of nature. You gotta be a Breaker to clean ‘em.
Tattletale lay on the ground a little in front of me, both Regent and Sundancer crouched at her side.
Alright, now don’t go dying on me, Tattle.
So much blood, covering her face and Regent and Sundancer’s hands.
Jack toyed with the knife in his hands, while Siberian stood between him and the rest of our group, her eyes primarily on Ballistic.
Makes sense to watch out for him in particular, being the only one with an offensive power who is still standing and not rubbing blood out of their face.
Jack paced back and forth, two or three steps at a time, gesticulating with his knife. “I was looking forward to Cherish’s attempt. Bonesaw and I even had a plan in mind. I wanted to see what she did, how she worked around Siberian’s immunity to her power… then the safeguards Bonesaw implanted in us would have kicked in and released us from her thrall, and oh, the look on her face.
“Spoiler warnings, Tattletale, ever heard of them? Come on.”
To have seen that would have been so very worth all the trouble. And that girl just spoiled it all.”
Wait. Where’s Cherish now? Just standing where she was?
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