Chapter Seven
KAYLEB’S SKIN SHOULD have been warmer, even if his top leached out some of the heat. He felt soft under Max’s hands, fragile. Max had been made to destroy, but right now, Inrit needed his strength to save a life. Options for how to cut the metal flashed through his mind. It was a strong polymer designed for the heavy duty battering that happened on a ship. A normal person would need a powerful saw or laser to cut through it.
Either of those things would do further damage to Kayleb. But Max wasn’t normal.
“I need the sturdiest bolt cutter that you have,” he said. “I think I can cut it.”
Inrit told Symes where to find them and the crewman ran for the engineering room. “Can you do it in one move?” she asked, voice pitched low enough so that Krayter wouldn’t hear them, even t
