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"Put the knife down, Mara." Calder had her wrist pinned to Nia's workbench, his thumb pressed over the fresh mark burning under her skin.
"Move your hand."
"Not until you stop trying to cut the chain."
The blade hovered between them, its tip sunk into the copper line running across Mara's wrist. The line glowed faintly beneath her skin. Every time she pushed the knife deeper, Calder's jaw tightened like the pain was happening in his own arm.
Maybe it was.
That was the problem with stealing eleven seconds from his death. The bargain had tied them together, skin to skin, pulse to pulse. If Calder took a fatal hit, Mara lost a day. If she tried to cut the mark, he felt it.
And Calder Rook had the strength to stop her.
"You said Nia could break it," Mara snapped. "Now you're standing in the way. Pick one story and stick to it."
"I said she could look at it."
"You dragged me here because you need her."
"I dragged you here because three contract enforcers were following us."
"And because you were scared."
His eyes dropped to her mouth for half a second.
The pause was tiny. Mara caught it anyway.
"Careful," he said.
"What? Did I hit a nerve?"
Calder leaned closer. His coat brushed her knee. Heat came off him in sharp waves, too much for a man who had been bleeding through his shirt less than an hour ago. His breath touched the side of her face.
"You keep testing the chain," he said, low enough that only she could hear, "and one day it will answer before I can stop it."
"Sounds like your problem."
"No. It becomes your problem when your heart stops with mine."
Mara's fingers tightened around the knife.
Behind them, Nia slammed a drawer shut. "Can you two threaten each other somewhere that isn't directly over my tools?"
Calder released Mara's wrist, but he did not step away. He kept one hand on the edge of the bench beside her hip, boxing her in without quite touching her.
Mara rubbed the mark. "He started it."
"You stabbed the workbench," Nia said.
"It was a symbolic gesture."
"It was my good workbench."
Nia Sol stood beneath a hanging lamp with three different lenses clipped over one eye. Her dark braid was tucked into the collar of her jacket, and grease streaked both cheeks. She held a brass instrument shaped like a pistol, except its barrel ended in a ring of spinning numbers.
She pointed it at Mara's wrist.
"Hold still."
"Is that thing going to hurt?"
"Only if it works."
"Great. Love the confidence."
Nia clicked the device. The numbers began to spin. Calder's hand closed around Mara's elbow before she could pull back.
"Don't move," he ordered.
Mara looked at his fingers. "Take your hand off me."
"You heard her."
"I heard you both. I just don't care."
Nia rolled her eyes and pressed the brass ring against the mark. A cold shock snapped up Mara's arm. Calder flinched at the same time.
"Damn it," he muttered.
"You feel that?" Nia asked.
"Everything she feels," Calder said.
"Not everything," Mara cut in. "He didn't feel me kicking him in the alley."
"I felt it."
"You fell into a trash cart."
"Because you kicked me."
"Then you felt it. Good. We're learning."
The device shrieked.
Nia yanked it away. A thin line of red light crawled across the lens.
"That isn't a normal bond," she said.
Calder's gaze sharpened. "You said you could break it."
"I said I could identify it. Stop putting words in my mouth."
"Identify it."
Nia glanced at the locked door behind him. "Before I do, tell me why half the city is searching for her."
"Because she stole time from an execution."
"That answer is too clean. Try again."
Mara pulled her arm free. "Because the people who owned the bullet wanted Calder dead. Because I got in the way. Because he thinks arresting me will make his bosses stop hunting us."
"They won't stop," Calder said.
"Thank you, sunshine."
Nia set the brass instrument down. "What happened to the seconds?"
"I took them."
"From what?"
Mara hesitated.
Calder noticed. Of course he did. He watched her like every pause was evidence.
"From the bullet," she said.
Nia's expression changed. "You can't steal time from an object."
"I did."
"No. You stole the eleven seconds around it. The moment before impact. The moment where the world had already decided he was dead."
"Still saved him."
"And chained yourself to whatever came after."
Calder moved in front of Mara. "Can you cut it?"
Nia looked past him at Mara. "Do you want it cut?"
"Yes."
"No, she doesn't," Calder said.
Mara shoved his shoulder. He barely moved, but his hand shot out and caught her waist before she lost her balance. His palm landed against the side of her coat. The contact lasted one breath too long.
"Don't answer for me," she said.
His fingers tightened once, then released.
"Then answer clearly."
"I want the bond gone."
"And if cutting it kills him?"
Mara looked at Calder. His face had gone still, the dangerous kind of stillness that made people step away from him in alleys.
"He'll live," she said.
"That's not what I asked."
"You want me to care?"
"I want you to understand the cost."
"I understand costs. I understand them better than you do."
Nia's voice cut between them. "Both of you, shut up for ten seconds."
Neither moved.
Nia picked up a thin glass tile from the bench. Symbols crawled inside it, rearranging themselves too fast to read.
"The bond is feeding on a clock contract," she said. "Not a normal life contract. An old one. It has a reset clause."
Calder's eyes narrowed. "What reset clause?"
"The kind that wipes a location clean. Memories, records, active marks."
Mara stared at the glass tile. "A reset?"
"At midnight," Nia said. "This district will roll back to its last fixed point."
"How long?"
"Less than an hour."
Calder's head turned toward the covered window. "How do you know?"
"Because my instruments started losing minutes."
She tapped the tile. A number appeared, then vanished.
"Look," Nia said. "The market ledger says we opened this shop three years ago. The wall clock says we've been here nine. My brother's old repair notes say he died six months ago."
Mara's throat tightened. "Your brother died?"
Nia's mouth went hard. "Don't do that face. I hate that face."
"You never said—"
"You never asked. You were busy stealing seconds and pretending your brother's missing years were a debt you could pay off."
The room stopped.
Calder looked at Mara. "What did she just say?"
Mara's grip closed around the edge of the bench. "Nia."
"No. You wanted proof, right? You wanted proof before the city scrubs it. Here it is."
Nia dug through a stack of metal plates and pulled out a narrow black strip. The strip had been stamped with names and numbers. Half the names were crossed out.
She slapped it on the bench.
"Your brother's ten years weren't lost," Nia said. "They were harvested."
Mara couldn't breathe for a second.
Calder reached for the strip.
Mara snatched it first. "Don't touch it."
"I wasn't going to hurt you."
"You don't get to touch anything connected to him."
"Then read it."
She did.
The first line carried her brother's name. The next line showed a transfer: ten years removed, recipient unknown, contract sealed beneath the old city clock.
At the bottom, in fresh red ink, someone had added Mara's name.
Eleven seconds received. One life attached.
"That's not possible," Mara whispered.
"You said you wanted proof," Nia said. "Stop arguing with the proof."
Calder stepped around the bench. "The red ink is new."
"Yes."
"Who added it?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be hiding in a repair shop with a door that locks from the inside."
A hard knock hit the front door.
Everyone froze.
Another knock. Three quick hits. Then silence.
Calder pulled his weapon.
Mara grabbed the black strip and shoved it inside her sleeve. "You said they lost us."
"I said they were following us."
"That is not the same thing."
"Stay behind me."
"Try ordering me again."
"Mara."
The way he said her name stopped her. Not soft. Not quite. It carried warning, heat, and something he was trying very hard not to show.
Nia reached under the bench and pulled a switchblade from a hidden slot. "Nobody opens that door."
The lock clicked by itself.
Calder moved fast. He caught Mara around the middle and pulled her against the wall just as the door blew inward.
Wood cracked. A figure rushed through.
Calder fired once.
The shot struck the intruder's shoulder and spun him into a shelf. Glass shattered. Nia ducked behind the bench.
"Stay down!" Calder barked.
"I am down!" Nia shouted back.
Mara elbowed Calder's ribs. "Let go."
"No."
"I can fight."
"You can also get killed."
"You say that like it's new."
The intruder groaned and pushed himself upright. A black metal plate covered his face. A clock symbol burned on his throat.
Calder shoved Mara behind him and advanced.
"Who sent you?" he demanded.
The masked man laughed through broken teeth. "The reset already started."
Nia's instruments all lit at once.
Every clock in the shop jumped backward eleven seconds.
Mara saw the bullet leave Calder's gun again.
She saw the glass fall again.
She saw Calder pull her against the wall again.
Then the scene snapped forward.
The masked man was still standing.
Calder stared at his empty weapon. "What the hell?"
"You fired," Mara said.
"I know what I did."
"No. You fired twice."
Nia rose slowly. "The loop is bleeding through."
The masked man turned his head toward Mara. "She remembers."
Calder stepped between them. "Back away from her."
"He remembers too," the man said. "That makes two errors."
"I asked who sent you."
"You already killed me."
The man pulled a small silver disk from his coat and crushed it in his fist. The shop lights burst. The room dropped into darkness.
Mara heard Nia curse. Metal scraped. Someone hit the floor.
Then Calder's hand found hers.
His fingers locked around her palm, hot and rough. He pulled her close enough that his shoulder pressed against hers. His breath touched her ear.
"Don't let go," he whispered.
"Wasn't planning to."
"Mara."
"What?"
His grip tightened.
"If the reset takes us, don't forget me."
She turned toward his voice. His face was only a darker shape in the black, but she could feel the line of his body beside hers. His thumb moved once over her knuckles.
"You think I forget that easily?" she whispered.
"I think the city makes people forget what hurts."
"You hurt me constantly."
"Then you should remember me forever."
The words landed too close. Mara's breath caught.
"That almost sounded like a promise," she said.
"It wasn't."
"Coward."
"Thief."
"Executioner."
"Mara—"
A bell rang somewhere far below the street.
One note.
The floor shifted beneath their boots. Nia shouted something, but her voice stretched thin, as if she were speaking from the end of a long tunnel.
Calder's hand jerked in Mara's.
"Don't let go," he said again.
"I'm right here."
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"Say you know me."
The second bell rang.
Mara squeezed his hand. "I know you. You drag me into alleys. You point weapons at me. You steal my coat and pretend it was tactical."
"I never stole your coat."
"You're wearing it."
"You gave it to me."
"I was bleeding. I wasn't thinking straight."
"You remembered enough to insult me."
The third bell rang.
The darkness pressed closer. Mara could no longer feel the walls, the floor, or Nia moving nearby. Only Calder remained solid. His palm. His pulse. The hard pull of his fingers around hers.
"Mara," he said, voice rough now. "Look at me."
"I can't see you."
"Then listen."
"I'm listening."
"Whatever happens next, don't trust the first thing you remember."
"Why?"
"Because it won't be yours."
The fourth bell rang.
Something tugged on the bond between them. Pain flashed through Mara's wrist. Calder made a sharp sound and dropped to one knee, but he did not release her.
"Calder!"
"Still here."
"Your hand is shaking."
"Your pulse is too fast."
"You're counting my pulse now?"
"I'm counting everything."
"That is deeply creepy."
"Stay with me."
"You don't get to make demands while you're collapsing."
"Then call it a request."
The fifth bell rang.
Mara dropped beside him. Her knees struck the floor. She caught his face between both hands, forcing him to look at her.
His skin was warm. His eyes reflected no light, but she felt them tracking her.
"Tell me your name," she said.
"Calder Rook."
"Your job?"
"City contract enforcer."
"Your favorite lie?"
His mouth twitched. "That I don't need you."
Her fingers stopped against his jaw.
"That wasn't funny."
"Wasn't trying to be."
The sixth bell rang.
The pull became a wrench. Mara screamed. Calder's arm came around her back and dragged her against his chest. His coat scraped her cheek. His heartbeat slammed against her ear.
"Don't let go," he said.
"Stop saying that."
"Then stop trying to disappear."
"I'm not the one disappearing!"
"You are if you forget me."
"I won't."
"Promise."
"I don't make promises to men who arrest people for a living."
"You made one when you saved me."
"I stole eleven seconds. Don't make it romantic."
"Too late."
The seventh bell rang.
Mara's mark flared. A second image burned behind her eyes: Calder standing alone beneath a clock tower, blood on his collar, a woman in a white mask reaching for his throat.
Then it vanished.
"What did you see?" Calder asked.
"Nothing."
"Liar."
"You first."
The eighth bell rang.
The masked man's voice came from somewhere near the broken door. "The contract doesn't want both of you."
Calder raised his weapon toward the sound. "Show yourself."
"One of you is an anchor. One is the stolen mistake."
Mara pushed to her feet. "Which one?"
The man laughed. "Ask the girl who lost ten years."
Nia's voice cracked through the dark. "Mara, don't listen to him!"
"Nia, where are you?"
"By the back shelf. The door won't open."
"Can you stop the reset?"
"Not without the ledger."
"The ledger is gone."
"Then we're out of time."
The ninth bell rang.
Calder grabbed Mara's hand again. This time he pulled her toward the workbench.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting the plate."
"I put it in my sleeve."
"I know."
"How?"
"You touch your wrist whenever you lie."
She yanked free. "You have been watching me that closely?"
"You're hard to ignore."
For one second, neither of them moved.
The darkness hid his face, but not the heat in his breath. Not the way his fingers hovered between them, ready to catch her again. Mara wanted to step closer. She hated that she wanted it more than she hated him.
The tenth bell rang.
A hand seized Calder's coat from behind.
Mara struck the attacker with the brass scanner. Metal cracked against bone. The masked figure staggered, and Calder drove him into the wall.
"Stay down," Calder growled.
"You don't get to order me around," Mara said.
"You just saved me."
"Don't sound grateful. It doesn't suit you."
The attacker reached for the silver disk.
Mara kicked it across the floor. It skittered beneath the bench.
Nia lunged from the dark and grabbed it. "Got it!"
The eleventh bell rang.
Nia crushed the disk under her boot.
The shop lights slammed back on.
The masked attacker was gone.
The broken door was whole. The shattered glass sat neatly on the shelf. Calder's gun was still in his hand, but there was no bullet hole in the wall and no blood on his collar.
Mara stood beside the bench, gripping the black plate.
Calder stared at her. "Did you see him?"
"Yes."
"Did you see me shoot him?"
"Twice."
Nia looked between them. "Shoot who?"
Mara turned.
Nia stood three feet away, holding the silver disk in one hand. Her face was pale, but her eyes were clear.
"The man in the mask," Mara said. "He came through the door. You crushed the reset disk."
Nia frowned. "What man?"
Calder stepped forward. "You were here."
"I am here."
"You know us," Mara said.
Nia's gaze moved over Calder's weapon, then to the black plate in Mara's hand. She took one slow step back.
"No," Nia said. "I don't."
Mara's wrist scar pulsed.
Calder's hand closed around hers before she could hide it.
Nia stared at their joined hands. Then she looked at Mara's face, confusion tightening every line around her mouth.
"Mara?" she said. "Who the hell are you—"