Damsel in Disguise (Yin-Yang #1)

Chapter 37

My whole body goes completely still. It’s as if my lungs forgot to breathe, my heart forgot to pump blood in my veins.

Synthète. Built. Not born.

“No. No, that’s—” I murmur to myself, not realizing I’ve spoken out loud.

Pain receptors… emotional capacity… attachment… control…

My empty stomach twists.

Suddenly, I catch another flicker. This one lingers half a second too long.

The text shifts.

I blink, and it’s back to normal.

My brain nearly brushes it off as a glitch in my system. But I know better.