Liora’s POVThe car hummed. It was a low, expensive vibration that felt like it was trying to lull me to sleep, but I was too wired to close my eyes. I sat as far away from Xavier as I could, pressed against the door, watching the city turn into a blur of grey and black."Is the hospital still reporting?" I asked. My voice sounded small in the leather-scented cabin…Xavier didn't look up from his tablet. "Stable, Liora. I told you. Results are being managed. The surgeons won't leave the room until she's out of the woods.""Stable," I whispered. I looked at my reflection in the window. My hair was drying into a frizzy, tangled mess. My uniform was damp and smelled like old dishwater and rain. I was the opposite of stable. I felt like I was falling apart."You should try to rest," Xavier said. He finally looked at me, and for a second, I thought I saw a flicker of something…maybe just basic concern. "It’s a long drive. And the intake tonight won't be easy.""The mapping?" I asked. The
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