Chapter 13 · Wrong Body

"Get out of my body!" Sloane's voice came out of my mouth, sharp and furious, while my hand slammed against the side of my own head.

I watched my face twist in the cracked lab mirror. My face. My scars. My eyes, wide with panic I had never allowed myself to show.

Across the room, I stood inside Sloane's body, one hand braced against a steel table. Her knees buckled under me. Her chest locked up. Every breath scraped through a throat that wasn't mine.

"Stop hitting my head," I said.

"Then stop standing in it!"

"You think I planned this?"

"You plan everything! You dragged me into this lab, you broke the seal, and now you're wearing me like a damn jacket!"

She swung again. My fist connected with the side of her borrowed skull.

Pain flashed through the link.

Not one hit.

Two.

My body jerked. Her body folded. The steel table screeched across the floor as I caught myself with both hands.

"Do that again," I snapped, "and we both go down."

"Oh, no. We might suffer together. Tragic.