Danielle tried to pass the time by counting seconds, but it did nothing to stop the shaking that had overcome her hands. As she clenched and unclenched them in her lap, she tried not to look up at the glowing chambers Coroner had ushered her up against after admonishing her for being in the way of his work. In such close proximity of the devices, she got an eyeful of the shadowed figures inside before she felt her stomach flip over and spun away from them. They were all people—writers. The same writers she had met since her arrival in Nothing, as well as a few others she didn’t recognize.
Closing her eyes, Danielle was sure that Coroner could hear every single agitated beat of her heart. And that each one made him even more impatient with her.
It wasn’t her that he turned to in annoyance, however. Through one of the other doors of the Laboratory not too at from where she was sitting, a young man strolled easily in. Danielle gaped up at him, panic splashed across her f