The screen on Emma's wrist glowed faintly in the dark.
All she could see was Nightwatch's masked face.
His words repeated in her ears like a melody she hadn't realized she was desperate to hear.
[Show a little respect to the corporate heroes you're so quick to call 'slaves.' Do you even understand what some of them go through?]
Those words felt real…
Her fingers hovered over the pause button, but she couldn't bring herself to press it. Every word he said felt like a balm, a shield he'd raised for her against the relentless onslaught of hate.
[…And, oh yeah, she stops over forty crimes a year.]
Emma's lips parted slightly, her breath catching.
