The severed finger chewed a white groove through the charge cup.
Nessa pressed her thumb against the ceramic and felt each scrape through the holes in her arm. The finger had no joint left inside the cup. It folded anyway, using a knuckle that belonged to something larger than the hand they had cut it from.
When the groove opened, the third cup would face her city again.
Palla wedged her burned key under the charge case. "I can turn the desk, but those two bolts will shear before the floor mounts release."
"Then turn the floor with it and shield the center carriage with your shoulder."
Nessa hooked her working fingers through the desk brace. Her smallest finger dragged across the steel without closing. She tucked it against her palm before the Reaper could notice one more piece of her that felt dead.
