He stared at his ivory hands again. “This isn’t my body.”
He was a weapon now. A beautiful, indebted ghost. And somewhere out in the rain, a driver was still breathing organic air. chrome blaire ivory
Leo finally sat up. The chrome beneath his ivory skin caught the light, shimmering like a secret. “So I’m your puppet.” He stared at his ivory hands again
“You’re in the Chrysalis,” she said. “And you’re dead. Legally speaking.” chrome blaire ivory