Thorne blinked at her, then down at the sewage he could barely make out in the darkness. "Don't you have some tool in that fancy hand of yours that can get us across?" Cinder glared, light-headed from her body's instinctively short breaths. "Oh, wow, how could I have forgotten about my grappling hook?
Marissa MeyerOh, my stars! Think about Prince Kai! You could dance with Prince Kai!โ This made Cinder pause and squint into Ikoโs blinding light. โWhy would the prince dance with me?โ Ikoโs fan hummed as she sought an answer. โBecause you wonโt have grease on your face this time.
Marissa MeyerI don't like to think of it as 'stolen'. They have no proof that I didn't plan on giving it back." "You're kidding, right?" He shrugged. "You have no proof either." She squinted back at him. "Were you planning on giving it back?" "Maybe." An orange light blinked on in the corner of Cinder's vision-her cyborg programming picking up on the lie.
Marissa MeyerShe briefly wished she did have some sort of magic so she could shoot a bolt of lightning through his head.
Marissa MeyerDid you know that she was cyborg?โ asked a woman in an unhidden tone of disgust. Kai stared at her, appearing confused, then let his gaze dance over the crowd. He shuffled his feet closer to the podium, a wrinkle forming on the bridge of his nose. Cinder bit the inside of her cheek and braced herself for adamant disgust. Who would ever invite a cyborg to the ball? But instead, Kai said simply, โI donโt see that her being cyborg is relevant. Next question?โ Cinderโs metal fingers jolted.
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