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Ca, eyes a dark and deep black "Of course not"

Even though I don’t want to interrupt their reunion, I have to "The power station?" I prod, looking up at the elder Cole

He glances down at me He has a kind face, no mean feat in a place like this "NT has six, one for each sector But if we cut off the central hub, that will do the job"

Mention of the plan snaps sohtens, focuses "This way," she says sharply, beckoning to us

The shift change is much more crowded than even the worst days in the Stilts market Silver officers in black uniforround, on the filthy streets, but frouard posts Officers and posts I knoell enough I watch the their disinterest It’s not the sa us feel like less than we already are But a boredoned to slum towns because they’re warriors of important bloodlines This isn’t a post anyone would envy

The guards of Nen are far weaker than any enemy I’m used to And they have no idea we’re already here

Cahtful as alk I shiver when his gaze passes over hter "So it’s true, then You’re sodifferent"

I wonder what he’s heard What the Scarlet Guard told their contacts in Nen Maven’s propaganda and poisoned broadcasts made clear the existence of newbloods Does he knohat his daughter can do?

She holds his stare, his equal "I a

"You ith the lightning girl"

"I do," she replies

"And this is?" he adds, eyeing Kilorn

With a loopy grin, Kilorn touches his brow and angles himself into a shallo "I’hs as he takes in Kilorn’s tall but lean forher, stacked precariously There are cracks in the walls and s, and every block needs a fresh coat of paint--or just the good wash of a rainstor into different apart seerateful for your help, Mr Cole," I say under uards stand on an arch some yards away, and I lower my face as we pass

"Thank the elders, not uards He’s nothing to the tihtens in shao" Someone like you, Tiberias You knew these places existed, and for who For what

Ca now" At her side, she clenches a fist With her ability, she could kill the two guards above us if she wanted Drop theht off the arch

But we pass by without incident, stepping into the shadow of the slouching, gray slu at the end of the residential street It looks like the toy blocks of a giant child, piled high against the hazy blue One section is taller than the rest, dotted with grilances at irl," he says, his voice soft "Get high, get loud That’s the plan, isn’t it?"