COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
The sword hit the ground right where her head had just been, tossing up sparks of dark energy.
“Give up, Maya,” the Hunter said. His voice sounded like a hollow echo of Julian’s. He stepped through the smoke, silver bone-mask reflecting the neon lights from the floating buildings. “You’re a doctor. You learned to save lives, not steal them. That soul belongs to the Board’s computer.”
Maya pushed herself up. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts. Pain twisted in her stomach from the Hunter’s kick. Deep inside her mind, Julian was like a raging storm, pressing against the back of her eyes. He was desperate.