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“Uh...” Ivethahad no idea what was going on when he grabbed her by the arm andmarched her out of the building, closing the door behind her.
Her energy wasexhausted, so she didn’t fight back. It was funny. He thought shewas some kind of supply worker.
She walked awayfrom the building and then saw the low light. Sariah’s room. Ivethapaced along the building and ignored the stares from the guards onduty. She had seen herself and knew that the robe was thin andgauzy. She wasn’t going to get something to eat or drink, so sheneeded to get back to bed.
She countedover from the lit room until she was fairly sure she was at herbedroom. When the guards finished their rounds, she sent a sonicpulse from her hands to the ground and hit the window. Shescrambled around and found the door while the guards shouted inshock. When she got the slider open, she fell forward and closed itbehind her, breathing heavily.
She crawledtoward the bed and felt the edge of the sheets. She flipped themover and was going to crawl in when tattoos flared to life. Theking elevated himself on one elbow and put his hand in hers. Sheclosed her eyes to read the message.
She jerked herhands back. “No, I am not trying to compromise you. I got the wrongroom. I was thirsty and went to find the kitchen, but I got bootedout because someone mistook me for a sex worker.”
He reached overand turned on the light. He signed, Sex worker?
“Whatever youneed donations for. Anyway, I had to find my way back in. I thoughtthis was my room.”
No, two roomsfurther.
“Right. Sorryto disturb you.” She got back on her wobbly legs and walked towardthe door. “Good night.”
She opened thedoor and faced two furious guards. Their hands shot out, and anelectric shock ran through her. She heard a shout from behind her,and power surged into her. “Right. I am a guest. Please standaside.”
When theshocked guards didn’t move, she used flicks of sound to knock themover and went to her room. She crawled into bed and dropped tosleep. Ekovar could suck it. She would get Sariah to do holidays ather place.
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Arata stared at thedoorway where the woman had just stood. He had spoken, and she hadjust reused the energy to knock the guards over. No one could justhear his voice and not be hurt. Akio had gotten his ribs crackedwhen they were children from a simple giggle. He had knocked downbuildings with a calm conversation. The woman had just taken it andredirected it.
How?
He got up andwrapped a sheet around his waist. He passed the guards and gesturedto dismiss them. He walked to her bedroom and slid the room open.She was asleep in a tight curl, breathing raggedly. He touched herforehead and cheek. She was cool to the touch. He sighed, and thesmall sound made her skin glow softly. He drew a finger down hercheek and whispered, “Fifty-one.” Her body glowed brightly, but herbreathing was still ragged. No signs of pain.
He got up andwalked to Akio’s room. The couple were tangled together butobviously coming down. He looked at his brother and signed,Translate.
Akio nodded. “Iwill.”
What is sister?What activation?
Akiotranslated, and Sariah held the sheet to her breasts as she said,“Sound. Reverberation. She can destroy with a shout or cause apleasurable response with a whisper.” Sariah smiled. “She can alsorepurpose sound. She’s extremely dangerous.”
Arata frowned.How control?
Sariah waitedfor the translation and then said, “Our guardian taught us both tocontrol it. We were very unstable when we activated, but she madeus practice in old quarries until we stopped destroying shit.”
Arata wasfrustrated. How control sound?
Sariah smiled.“Ask Ivetha. It is her area of expertise.”
Arata grimaced.Won’t talk to me.
“Oh. This isabout you killing the contract, huh? She got dreamy-eyed when sheexplained that you were not creepy and very sweet. Then she got sadwhen she said she was no longer working for the BDC. I thought shewould have quit, but then she said that you cancelled the contract.You hurt her feelings by not explaining why.”
Arata clenchedhis hands and nodded. He left the room and slid the door into placebehind him. He needed a donor but wasn’t going to call for one.With his luck, Ivetha would walk in on him. Ivetha. It was a lovelyname. He was glad to know it finally.
He checked onher again and stroked her cheek before running a hand over herhair. The colour was different now, but the curve of her lips wasthe same. The small chin was the same, and the well-shaped nose wasthe same. Fifty-one was Ivetha. The name suited her. Running fromhis feelings had led to him insulting her and hurting her. Twothings he never wanted.
He stroked thefraying braid again and got to his feet. He would communicate withher in the morning.
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