I wrenched free.

His penthouse apartment hadn't changed. Still to-die-for sweeping views of the city, a massive glass wine storage unit in the open concept space, and a loft bedroom. He pointed at one of the leather sofas, custom made to hug the curved walls. "Sit and talk."

I told him about the gogota and the purple magic. I left out the spine modification, the yaksas, and Askuchar. I'd meant what I told Ro about enjoying my continued existence, and bringing up any ...