Chapter 9

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Cinder groaned, the impact of her most recent still 

 reverberating through her spine.

 The cargo bay's ceiling spun and wobbled in

 her vision. 

"Was that necessary?"

Wolf and Scarlet appeared above her.

"I'm sorry," said Wolf.

 "I thought you had control. 

Are you all right?"

"Frustrated and sure, but, yes, I'm fine." 

 She forced herself to take Wolf's outstretched

 hand. 

He and Scarlet both helped her to her feet. 

 "You're right. 

 I lost focus. I felt your energy snap out of my hold,

 like a rubber band."

 That was moments before Wolf  completed the 

maneuver  she'd managed to halt for six whole

 seconds—grasping  her arm and tossing her 

 over his shoulder. 

 She rubbed her hip. 

"I need a moment."

"Maybe you should call it quits for the day," 

 said Scarlet.

 "We're almost to the satellite."

Iko chimed in.

 "Estimated time of arrival in nine minutes, thirty-four 

 sounds.

Which, by my estimation, is enough time for Cinder to

 be defeated and embarrassed in seven more brawls."

Cinder glared up at the ceiling.

 "Also just enough time to disconnect your audio device."

"Since we have a few minutes," said Scarlet, "maybe we

 should talk about how to handle this girl. 

If she's been stuck on a satellite for seven years, with

no one to talk to but a Lunar thaumaturge, she might

 be ... socially  awkward.

 I think we should all make an effort to be extra 

welcoming and supportive and ... try not to terrify her."

A laugh came from the cockpit Thorne appeared in the

 doorway, strapping a gun holster around his waist. 

"You're asking the cyborg fugitive and the wild anima

l to be the welcoming committee?

 That's adorable."

Scarlet planted her hands on her hips. 

"I'm saying we should be aware of what she's been

 through  and try to be sensitive to that.

 This may not be an easy transition for her."

Thorne shrugged.

 "The Rampion is going to be like a  five-star hotel 

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