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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.

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For once in her life, she felt… weightless.

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The difference was instant.

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With a yank of the last wire, her foot clattered to the concrete.

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She couldn’t feel them through the gloves, but her retina display helpfully informed her with blinking red text she was loosing connection to the limb.

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One by one, she disconnected the wires that still linked her foot and ankle, each spurting a tiny spark.

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After digging through the jumbled mess of screwdrivers and wrenches, she emerged with the fuse puller that had been long buried at the bottom.

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Sighing, Cinder bent over the toolbox beneath the worktable.