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When light hit an Automa’s eyes head-on, the irises flashed gold.
Crier, the daughter of the sovereign, had five pillars instead of four.
Crier wanted to study her like a map.
Crier thought: Would Ayla like this?
But if Crier could not see Ayla, at least she could make sure Ayla’s belly was full.
It might have sounded as if she was arguing because she cared about humankind. Which she did.
Crier wasn’t sure where the words had come from; she knew only that something had possessed her, making her behave differently around this one person than she would around any other.
In the next second, her mind went white. Her thoughts vanished like dancing sparks. Because Ayla started singing.
Ayla pressed her forehead against the carriage window and refused to look at Crier. Because every time she did, she found it difficult to stop looking.
She knew she’d been wanting this for a long time, even though she hated herself for it. Crier moved at the exact same time, hands flying up to frame Ayla’s face, and they were kissing.
