He’d thought he was in trouble when Tennal had been a ranker on the Fractal Note. Surit hadn’t been able to look away from the controlled chaos then, and he hadn’t realized just how much that was Tennal being discreet. Now Tennal had a hundred places to channel his energy and Surit couldn’t look away. They were working together, they were rooming together, and every time he turned around, there was Tennal—unpredictable and razor-edged, crackling like the end of a live wire. Surit worked in a universe of fixed possibilities. Tennal was a chaos event. Surit was drawn to it like a gravity well.
