Flashback ( PDFDrive )

It really was.
She probably should’ve assumed that Fitz wouldn’t be able to go
anywhere with his leg wrapped up. But her mind hadn’t made the
connection. And now that it had . . .
A week was a very long time.
And the room was a very small space.
Ro elbowed Keefe. “Nothing you want to say about this, Lord
Hunkyhair?”
Any other time, Keefe would’ve already made five different Fitzphie
jokes. But he didn’t respond—even when Ro told him she was going to
start calling him “Lord Funkyhair.”
“Seriously, Keefe,” Sophie told him. “Don’t beat yourself up about
the caches. We’ll figure something out.”
“We will,” Magnate Leto agreed.
“Tomorrow,” Elwin clarified, snapping his fingers and forming
another orange orb around Sophie’s arm. “Right now, I need to give
Sophie a dose of a much stronger marrow regenerator, and it’s going
to make her pretty sleepy.”
“Then there’s one more thing we need to discuss first,” Magnate
Leto told him, placing a hand on Sophie’s good shoulder to help her
focus. “Gethen claimed the Neverseen can find you anytime,
anywhere. That implies they have some sort of tracking device. Any
idea what it could be?”
She traced a gloved finger along her choker-style necklace. “Could
they have hacked my registry feed?”
Grady shook his head. “Your feed is being scrambled. Same as all of
your friends. The Council agreed to let us, after Atlantis. We thought
it’d prevent something like this from happening. But clearly we were