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Shuddering with the pain, she coughs, spitting out towards the drain. Beside me, Klempner snarls quietly. "I'll second that." His eyes flick to mine. "Let's get going." "Give me a second." I mouse into the 'Apps and Programs' section of the laptop settings. "What are you doing?" "Deleting the camera app. It'll blind them and if we're lucky, maybe they won't realise at first." As I watch the whirling Uninstall cursor, Klempner goes through cupboards and drawers, moving quickly.

“I’m still here, don’t disappear on me.” Grayson’s voice wrapped around me before anything else could. I couldn’t look away. Responsibility. “Turn It off,” I said quietly. Marcus hesitated. “It’s not a normal interface. I can’t just ” “Turn. It. Off.” He nodded quickly and shut the laptop. The screen went dark. But it didn’t help. I exhaled slowly. “ it’s still there.” Grayson stepped closer. “Of course it is.”

A banner notification that arrived the way a thought arrives—sudden, intimate, uninvited. LOCATION SERVICES ENABLED. I frowned and opened settings. The toggle was on. I turned it off. A second later it slid back on by itself. The room went cold in my mind even if the air stayed warm on my skin. I turned it off again, slower this time, watching the screen like I could catch the moment a hidden hand touched it. The toggle paused, trembled, then snapped back to on with the same calm certainty. I tried airplane mode. It flipped off.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

If it came down to the worst moment, I would rip off the damn thing that restricted my powers and use my gifts. A strong wind blew and the candle I had lit went off. The darkness swallowed me—fears and all. My breath stuttered to a halt as the castle walls grew eerily quiet. I could not hear the guards' footsteps as they made their nightly rounds. I couldn't hear the maids laughing as they gossiped and I couldn't hear the squeaking of the mouse that irritated me to no end.

But now… Now, I'd lost everything. I crawled to the corner where I'd hidden it—coiled inside a rag in a hidden floorboard. My hands shook as I pulled it out. The screen was black. I waited, holding my breath, and flipped the power switch. Nothing. I pressed again. And again. Please, I muttered to myself. Please turn on. Please do something for me. The screen finally came on. The slightest sound, the quietest chime. I leaped and reflexively pressed the volume button all the way down. I enabled silent mode. Then airplane mode. Then I gradually turned Bluetooth off. All the things that could make a noise—disabled.