Kassidy’s expression hardened as he brushed her hand away. “We cannot just give up.”She reached out with her right hand, swift as a cobra, and snatched his arm into her grip. She dug her fingers into his bared arm, and he hissed, but did not pull away. He could, easily, but he did not.“It is best if you would,” she said, under her breath. She released his arm, and then shook out her hand. The metal joints clacked together, and the skeleton-like fingers glinted in the dim moonlight for a moment before she pulled it back into her sleeve.
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