He presses a finger into the remote and I feel a strange sensation, as though I’ve suddenly become lighter, my shoulders straightening, my sapped energy renewed. My furrowed brow relaxes, and all worries about Luke disappear. I look down at my wrist, at my glowing implant, only to see a swirling pattern of light. Piotr did this. I don’t know how, but he did. He injected us without even touching us.
