"He's not wrong about the scrawny part," I said, squinting against the glare of three suns that felt like they were trying to bleach my eyeballs. I adjusted my grip on the rusty knife, feeling the heat radiating off the white glass dune beneath my boots. "But Gondar didn't mention he had a sister who looked like she just stepped out of a sci-fi thriller."
Jace snorted, a mechanical, static-filled sound that smoothed out once she toggled a switch on her collar. She stuck her radar scanner into a magnetic holster at her hip and slid a pair of tinted goggles over her eyes. "Gondar is an idiot. He probably forgot he had a sister the second he saw a bigger mace he could swing. He's always been like that. Big muscles, zero RAM. You really met him in that 'Old World' of yours?"
