Jack was getting heated, talking mostly to himself. “That was the whole point! To see how long we could go without tipping her off. Bonesaw helped with some surgery, even some artificial neural connections that Cherish wouldn’t be able to see. So much work and preparation ruined.”
You should’ve had an ask screener.
“I-” Cherish started, then stopped before she could finish the sentence. Trying again, she asked, “What are you going to do with me?”
What, for trying to betray him? I don’t think he cares.
The others might, though. Shatterbird, for instance.
“Not a pressing concern,” Jack said, as if realizing she was there.
My power crackled at the edge of my consciousness. I had to suppress it, before I gave them another excuse to attack us. The majority of my attention was on Tattletale, on Lisa. I used my fingers to scrape as much of the blood out of her mouth and throat as possible, then adjusted the angle of her head so any further blood would flow down the side of her face or out of her mouth.
It’s a good thing Jack doesn’t seem to see this as Skitter “doing anything”. That is if he’s even noticed.
The fabric of my gloves afforded more traction than fingertips would have, but the amount of blood made everything slick to the point that I couldn’t be sure of what I was holding. I had one hand inside her mouth, her teeth hard against my knuckles, my other hand pressing down from above to sandwich it and press everything as closed as I could get it.
Today in professions I don’t envy: Dentists. Though apparently they get handsomely paid for their work, which I think is entirely fair.
She roused herself enough to pull away, no doubt because I was pulling the tear at the corner of her mouth open.
I thought you were trying to do the opposite, but fair enough.
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