Rikki Six Tory Lane Direct

Rikki didn’t move. Sympathy was a debt with compound interest. But the girl looked up, directly at the fire escape, as if she could see through the shadows.

The world went white. The sound was not an explosion but a scream—the planet’s own cry as the plasma main ruptured. The shockwave threw the girl into a drainage culvert, knocking the breath from her lungs. When she crawled out, ears ringing, Tory Lane was gone. In its place was a crater of molten glass and twisted rebar, glowing cherry red in the perpetual night. rikki six tory lane

"But you didn't," Rikki said.