a face like a pinched lemon and eyes tha

y," she

oor, up a narrow, winding flight of stairs to the third f

door at the e

er

f the turrets. The walls were bare stone. Ther

had iron

ell," Har

e grabbed Harper's backpack from her sh

ey

Harper's few clothes, a toothbrush, a bo

er roll. "What is this

touch

pped an octave. Sh

own to pick it up. "I'm

er m

umb pressing into the Taiyuan point. She applied just enough

e roll. She clutched her arm,

. you

said, her chest h

anger in her eyes. "I'm telling Mr.

Harper heard the lock

s lock

loor, gathering her

om. It was a birdcage. A

against the glass. She looked at the bars. The

spacing. It was

st people. She had hyper-mobility. It was a genetic quirk of the Solis

r shoulders. She could

ould climb down the ivy. Th

ed the door.

dow again. It was mad

here. Not with Finn.

use went quiet. Until the

and put on her dark leggings and a tigh

oached t

he whispered. "I