Gearbreakers (Gearbreakers, #1)

by Zoe Hana Mikuta

I take a moment to imagine the mark my knuckles would leave across his cheekbone, the way I would bite down on the thrill of the fight I have never dared to chase. And I would win this one, too, like I have all the rest. But power comes from finishing fights, not starting them. So instead, my fist uncoils at my side.

I flip Milo’s visor up and pull on his hood until he’s low enough for me to kiss him. The barrel of his rifle, slung over his back, hovers close to my temple.

Interesting... Edit: This became interesting-er XD

I’ve never paid this much attention to a Bot’s face before. They look unnervingly human up close.

Because they are

“Arsen Theifson,” I read aloud, tracing over his name. “Thirteen years old, demolitionist. Seems to have a bit of trouble listening, accidentally blew a Windup’s thigh before his crew could clear the blast zone, and—oh, and almost blinded them with the shrapnel? Bonus.”

I can't not comment on this name XD

She drops the firearm to the ground. The imprint of her hand is pasted against the barrel, the magma serum collapsing the structure and leaving it as nothing but another broken item of the Junkyard.

Wouldn't that set off the bullets?

Before she reaches for the last one, her hand travels up to gently tug away the eye patch, revealing a closed lid with a perfect red circle glowing beneath the skin.

How did they reattach that to her brain?