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The retina display sank out of sight.

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Steadying herself with both hands on the table, she managed an awkward bow.

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Cinder launched from her chair, nearly toppling over when she forgot about her missing limb.

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PRINCE KAITO, CROWN PRINCE OF THE EASTERN COMMONWEALTH

ID #0082719057

BORN 7 APT 108 T.E.

FF 88,987 MEDIA HITS, REVERSE CHRON

POSTED 14 AUG 126 T.E.: A PRESS MEETING IS TO BE HOSTED BY CROWN PRINCE KAI ON 15 AUG TO DISCUSS THE ONGOING LETUMOSIS RESEARCH AND POSSIBLE LEADS FOR AN ANTIDOTE—

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Another second and the display confirmed what she already knew; details scribbled across the bottom of her vision in a stream of green text.

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He seemed taller in real life, and a gray hooded sweatshirt was like none of the fine clothes he usually made appearances in, but still, it only took 2.6 seconds for Cinder’s scanner to measure the points of his face and link his image to the net database.

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With her heartbeat gathering speed, her retina display scanned his features, so familiar from years spent watching him on netscreens.

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Cinder barely heard him above the blankness in her mind.

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“I didn’t realize anyone was back there.”

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“I’m sorry,” he said.

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His own surprise was short lived, melting into an apology.

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Her scowl vanished.

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She was met with startled copper-brown eyes and black hair that hung past his ears and lips that every girl in the country had admired a thousand times.

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She shoved back from the desk, her scowl landing first on a lifeless android that sat squat on her worktable and then on the man behind it.

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Cinder jerked, smacking her head on the underside of the table.

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THUD.

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She made room for the discarded foot in the table, setting it up like a shrine amid the wrenches and lug nuts, before hunkering over her ankle again and cleaning the grime from the socket with an old rag.