Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Dex nodded. “It has to fit under your boot. Plus, it’s not supposed to
be comfortable. It’s supposed to remind you that we’re tracking every
single thing you do. I wouldn’t recommend trying to take it off, either.
It’ll shock you if it senses you tampering with the latch—and I don’t
mean a little sting. You’ll need a physician to treat the burns with a
gross balm made out of yeti pee. And if you try to leave Everglen any
way besides leaping, I’ve programmed it to zap you harder than a
melder. It’ll knock you out for a couple of days.”
Keefe whistled. “Remind me never to get on your bad side,
Dizznee.”
Dex didn’t smile. His eyes narrowed on Alvar. “I know you don’t
remember me. But I remember every single thing you did—and I have
a scar to prove it. That’s why I have this.”
He held out his wrist, pointing to a narrow gold cuff with a black
jewel set into the center. “The Warden sends alerts to me if you do
anything suspicious. All I have to do is press this button, and you’ll
wish you were back in that stinky cell. Got it?”
Alvar swallowed hard as he nodded—and Dex looked pretty proud
of himself. But his dimpled grin faded when Biana said, “So . . . if you
had time to make the Warden, then you knew this was happening—
and didn’t tell us.”
“I didn’t know for sure,” Dex mumbled. “The Council told me they
were considering it and wanted to know if I could make something,
just in case. But it wasn’t a done deal.”
“How long ago was that?” Fitz demanded.
“A week,” Councillor Emery jumped in. “And we made it clear that
the project was classified, so do not blame Mr. Dizznee for his silence.