Naysha sat back against the side of Jason's bed and wiped a faint smear of solder residue from her fingers onto a cloth. When she looked up at Ning again, the smile had already faded into something much more serious.
"Was it Liam?" she asked, having guessed that the same thing might have happened to them as it had to her.
"I'm certain of it," Ning said. "He doesn't have the skill to do work this precise himself, but getting into a locked room without anyone noticing is exactly what his Calling is for."
Jason, who had been holding his helmet in his lap as though afraid it might stop working again if he let go, lowered his eyes toward the floor.
"This is my fault," he said quietly. "I told you this would happen if you kept sitting with me. Anyone who gets close to me ends up in trouble eventually, and now it's happened to you too."
