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hair, but he doesn’t see any hair at all, not even around the edges, only brown skin.
    “Are you… bald ?” he asks.
    She laughs. “I like to lead by example,” she says. “If everyone else gets a haircut, so do I.” With a broad flourish, she removes the cap to reveal her hairless dome.
    If Benson’s being honest, even bald she looks pretty good. “Nice,” Benson says. “So…do I get to keep my hair?”
    “Most of it, but not your eyes. Sorry.”
    It’s Benson’s turn to sigh. He knows she’s right, even if it’ll mean he’ll have to break his promise to himself to never change his eyes again.
    “How’s your leg?”
    “Painful, but nothing I can’t handle.”
    Benson doesn’t doubt that. Minda’s proven herself to be as tough as a crowd-control bot. “And Simon?” The big French-Canadian was stable last Benson checked, but a lot can change in a hurry for someone with two bullet holes in his upper body. The surgery was scheduled for early this morning.
    “He’ll be asleep for hours still,” she says. “But the operation went perfectly. They managed to dig the bullet from his intestines and patch things back together. He’ll be sore for a while, but he’ll survive.”
    “And the bullet in the shoulder?”
    “They left it in. Apparently it splintered coming out of the gun so only a portion of it broke his skin. It’s not hurting anything and they’re afraid they’ll do more damage pulling it out. Knowing Simon, that’ll probably suit him just fine.”
    “Yeah, all that guy needs is something else to prove his manhood.” Benson clamps his mouth shut, shocking even himself with the joke.
    Minda raises an eyebrow. “I think Harrison might be rubbing off on you.” Benson groans, but she quickly waves away his reaction. “No, no—I meant it as a compliment. Your brother’s not perfect, but having a sense of humor is sometimes the only way to stay sane these days.”
    “In that case,” Benson says, “I’m ready for my haircut.”
    Minda smiles and picks up the scissors, snapping them together sinisterly. “Have a seat,” she says. “Any special requests?”
    As Benson slides into the chair, he says, “Surprise me.”

Chapter Six
     
    A s much as Harrison tries to force deep breaths into his lungs, he can’t stop panic from setting in, making it hard to breathe.
    The first fifty people he talked to hadn’t seen Destiny. Which is nearly impossible, considering the size of her frizzy hair. She’s the opposite of forgettable.
    Then he found a guard who said she went down the lifter for some fresh air shortly after he left her in bed. They let a Slip outside for some fresh air in the middle of the night . Idiots. Another guard corroborated the unlikely story. It was all Harrison could do not to smash their heads together in frustration.
    What’s her plan? he wonders. He’d thought they’d made strides together by escaping from the Destroyer. That perhaps her will to live was back. That perhaps she didn’t blame herself for what happened at Refuge anymore. He was blinded by the unexpected connection they’d formed. He should’ve seen this coming, shouldn’t have left her side last night.
    A familiar-looking guy is walking toward Harrison, sporting a Mohawk tinged with blue. His eyes are every bit as blue—almost glowing. Tats run up his neck, curling under his chin. A leopard. A crashing wave. Small hoop earrings adorn his nose and eyebrow. Harrison can’t remember where he’s met the guy, but he’s not in the mood for small talk. He needs to find his brother. They need to come up with a plan for going after Destiny. He doesn’t slow his stride as the guy approaches.
    “Harrison—hey,” the guy says, reaching for his arm.
    The growing fire inside him plumes out, an uncontrollable rage fueled by fear and panic. He grabs the guy’s arm, twists it hard behind his back, and whispers in his ear. “I don’t have time for this, whoever you are.”
    To his surprise, the