Like K phone
The moving type was disorienting. Her stomach rolled. She stared at the words only she saw. Words someone was typinginsideher body.
“Killian’s phone?” She’d watched him take a call. He’d told her it was a warning. “You sent that warning? Who are you?”
Yes.The cursor blinked in place for several long seconds before another word appeared.Friend.
A friend? Right. Her laugh was only slightly hysterical.
Her friends were low-level corporate drones, not hackers. Especially not hackers of this caliber.
Oh shit. He’dheardher.
Only one way that could happen. He hadn’t just hacked the implant. He’d hackedher.
Dizzie barely got off the bike before she puked into the bushes. She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her new jacket and winced. Gross.
“You owe me a jacket, you brain-hacking bastard!”
She stepped away from the bushes and dropped to her knees. Wrapping her arms around her stomach, she closed her eyes, hoping to stave off the sense of violation.
Instead of the darkness she sought, the blinking cursor waited for her.
Fingernails digging into her palms, she fought the impulse to claw out her implants. It wouldn’t do any good.
She fought back a second wave of nausea, then flopped onto her back. “What the hell do you want from me?”
Help.
She barked out a laugh. “You’ve got the wrong girl. I can’t even help myself.”
Help you.
“How?” Why did she keep answering out loud? Did that make her more or less crazy?
Need safe place. Can help.An address in the same stark white as the cursor skittered over the screen.Safe house.
“Why the hell should I trust you? And how do you know what I’m saying? Are you reading my thoughts?” What the hell else had the Tremaine Corporation done to her during her implant surgery?
There was a long pause. Long enough to wonder if she was imagining this whole interaction.
Lips.
She exhaled in a rush. Not the answer she was expecting. But for the first time since the cursor appeared, it was easier to breathe.
“You’re reading my lips? How?”
Satellite.
Holy. Shit.
If this guy had the skills to hack a satellite, hacking her ocular implants would be easy.
She tilted her head up toward the sky. “Why are you hacking satellites? Or me?”
Something big. You=center.
Dizzie scrambled to her feet. “This isn’t my fault! I’m not at the center of anything!” she yelled at the sky.
