s*x in death
He numbed the area and, with the precision of the world-class surgeon he was, made a tiny, quarter-inch cut.
He pulled out a sliver of glass and silicon, no bigger than a grain of rice. It was glowing with a faint, pulsing blue light.
"A bio-tracker," I whispered.
"Worse," Julian said, his eyes meeting mine. "It’s a neural bridge. Silas hasn't just been following us, Elowen. He’s been harvesting the data from our 'blood-bond.' He knows exactly how much energy we produce when we touch. He’s been using our intimacy to map the Jump."