She turned her back on him, which was the bravest thing she’d do all night. She pulled the gravity core from her pocket. It pulsed warmly against her palm. She looked into her phone camera, winked, and blew a kiss.
The machine died. The lights in the entire arcade flickered. The Skee-Ball balls floated two inches off their lanes.
Kael’s jaw tightened. The chat was going insane. SHE’S SO DEAD. NO, SHE’S THE BOSS. KISS HIM ALREADY.
Kael sighed. The sparking in his arm dimmed. He ran his flesh hand over his face. “Fine, Brat. Fix the shifter. Keep the core. But if you break my arcade…”
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