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too valuable to risk. There are nines among the mechanics. I would rather they do it.”

I felt a spark of irritation.

“And a four?” I asked. “Where should she be?”

Gerome shook his head. “You’re different, Squire. And you aren’t touching any of the machines directly.”

And there’s the truth of it. So long as I wasn’t actually doing anything, Gerome would overlook my number, for now.

I looked back at Dalton and paused. The man had given up on sorting through the wires and was now poking at the branch’s wall with one of his lash cables with increasing desperation, the other one holding all of his weight—one had disconnected. I raised an eyebrow. It looked like he couldn’t get the thing to reconnect.

“Gerome?” I said. The way Dalton was handling the lash wasn’t just unsafe; he was going to—

There was a flash of blue light and Dalton’s only connection broke. The lash tore free. He attempted to turn in our direction and had just enough time to reach out a hand to us before gravity began its deadly pull.

Gerome let out a shout of surprise and I saw his arm moving, a cable spinning from his hand to strike the metal surface beside where Dalton had been hanging, but Gerome had always been cautious, precise, professional with his lashes. Dalton was plummeting, desperately throwing lashes in all directions in a futile attempt to save himself.

I didn’t like Dalton. He was a pompous ass, cruel to those he viewed as inferior, and smug in his assurance of his technical knowledge. But I couldn’t let him die. I began retracting my lashes as I spun upside down on them, letting the slack pull in before I kicked off the bottom of the branch to send myself torpedoing earthward. In an instant, I was staring at the ground, over a mile down, the sheer brown expanse of the Tower rushing by my side.

He’s a jerk, I thought as I fell. He’d been nothing but abusive. But, hey, here I was, falling through the air. And there he was, plummeting down just feet below. What choice did I have, really? My body moved on its own.

I pressed my arms and legs together to move faster than Dalton, and tore through the air toward where he was flailing about. I felt the pressure of the wind against my body, the air blazing against my suit. I gritted my teeth, pushing forward, and with a guttural yell I reached out and grabbed one of Dalton’s flailing lashes by the cable, avoiding the tip—that would have hurt like hell and the shock through my suit could knock out my own lashes, which would be bad. I pulled the line to tug us closer together until I could get my arm around his waist. He clung to me, and I could feel him vibrating with terror as we dropped.

I whipped my head around to stare at the Tower as it streaked by. To Dalton’s credit, the shot was tricky. Estimating the angle to throw at and the drag on the line, the shot needed to be precisely and forcibly executed. I sucked in a breath, paused for an instant, then fired the lash.

It struck the side of the Tower and rebounded, the tip sparking angrily. I cursed, glancing down. Another branch was hurtling toward us, solar plates glinting like teeth. In my arms Dalton was thrashing about like a panicking fish. I was sorely tempted to hit him upside the head, but instead I turned back to the Tower. One more throw.

I threw. The lash spun through the air, colliding with the side of the Tower. It buzzed and then, with a flash of blue, it stuck. I felt the jolt in my arm as our fall was slowed, and then we were swinging, our feet practically skimming the lower branch before we hit the side of the Tower. My legs were already braced for the impact, and I managed to catch our collective weight with a grunt.

"Hold on to me,” I ordered, and I felt the terrified Cog wrap himself around me as the mechanisms in my harness helped pull us up. My arm now freed, I threw a second lash through the hole in my uniform at the wrist, arcing it so it landed fifteen feet above us, and I slowly began to pull us back up to the branch where Gerome was still hanging.

Dalton was still flailing about like he was going to die. I shot him a look. “Would you hold still?” I snapped. “I really don’t want to drop you.”

A lie—but hey.

Back inside the Tower, I reached up and ran a hand through my black hair, panting but flushed with triumph. The cool air washed over my skin, and in that moment I could have kissed the nearest air circulation unit. At my side, Gerome actually gave an approving nod.

And then I looked at Dalton.

The mechanic was staring at me. I expected gratitude, or at the very least some joy at being alive… but instead I found nothing but hatred.

“What makes you think,” he said, voice soft, “that you can just… handle me like that?”

My stomach dropped and for a moment my mouth didn’t seem to work at all.

“I… What?” I managed.

“I was fine,” Dalton snapped insistently. “I was fine, and you felt the need to—”

“You were not fine!” I retorted, taking a step toward him and suddenly aware of the baton I wore at my side. I wondered if a sharp blow to the side of the head would improve Dalton’s temperament.

“My lashes were fully operational,” he replied. “I was entirely capable of saving myself, and certainly didn’t need a four to come to my aid.”

“Well, excuse me, Mister Seven,” I said. “It looked to me like you were falling to your death. Maybe next time I’ll just let you get on with it.”

“Liana.” Gerome’s voice held a note of warning, but I didn’t care. I was too frustrated to apply any sort of

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