Whether or not she made it out of here alive was up to fate now. Phoebe had made her peace with it—Priest was never supposed to be an eternal deity. She had only been created to serve the people she loved. Phoebe touched her ear. She said, “I’m going dark. I’ll be all right,” then pulled her wire out, dropping it to the floor before any of the soldiers could confiscate it. When the soldiers circled her, Phoebe pressed her foot over the earpiece and felt it break in two. “Hands up, Priest,” one said. “It’s over.” She didn’t reach for the trigger again. She set the rifle down and put her hands
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