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Sentinel’s humor disappears. “How?”

“Carefully.”

“Excellent plan,” Sentinel groans.

“You got a better one?” Raze growls, his voice lowering to let us know he’s not fucking around.

Sentinel thinks about it. “No.”

“Then carefully wins.”

I point toward myself, then tap two fingers against my throat.

Sentinel starts translating. “He wants to know how he’s supposed to—” He stops.

I glare at him.

Fuck this.

I type…

Echo.

Several heads turn toward me. Ruckus makes a sound suspiciously close to a laugh, and I point at him, gritting my teeth.

“Didn’t say anything,” Ruckus deflects.

My eyes go back to Raze, and I type again…

She can feel it.

Raze nods slowly. “Yeah. She can.”

Sentinel leans over enough to read the screen. “She felt the merge in the fracture, and she felt it inside you last night.”

I type again…

SO USE THAT!

Raze looks toward Sentinel. “Can she tell the difference between your power and his?”

“She said she could hear both of us in the fracture.”

Raze nods his head. “Then Carnage works with Echo.”

My fingers stop above the screen.

Somewhere down the table, Ruckus clears his throat—loudly.

I glare at him.

“Something stuck…” Wreck turns toward him, “… in your throat?”

Ruckus chuckles. “Yeah.”

“Want Carnage to take a look? He’s apparently very interested in throats lately,” Wreck adds.

I’ll kill them—both of them.