of herself when a voice said, âHeâs gone comatose. Hurry up and make that cut!â
Mia stiffened.
âWhat . . . what in the world are you?â
âIâm his left hand. Now getting cracking. If you donât, he and you are both gonna die. Well, technically itâs more accurate to say one of you will be destroyedââ
The girl was at a loss for words.
âOh, I see the look on your face has changed. Ready to get to it, are you? Yeah, thatâs right; raise his sword just like that. Damn you, your legs are going all rubbery! Canât you stand up straight? Put more back into it! Yeah, thatâs more like it. Raise itânow!â
Mia swung the blade down.
Though she tried to pry her hands free of the sword, her fingers remained wrapped around it like a bit of ornamentation affixed to the hilt. The feeling of severing a human hand for the first time had left Mia in a state of shock.
Something tugged powerfully at her ankle. Her eyes dropped in alarm, and then she shrieked. The fingers around her ankle and the hand connected to them were all part of the limb sheâd just lopped off D.
âI could go myself, but itâd be a hell of a lot quicker to have a real live human carry me over. Come on! Pick me up and bring me exactly where I tell you.â
âNo way.â
âWhat do you mean, no way? If you donâtââ
âI know, I know.â
âWe could do without all the sulking. Do you have any idea what your job here is?â
âItâs not my job.â
âStop talking back and do it already, would you?â
A second later, an electric shock shot from Miaâs ankle through her whole body, making her jump.
âWhat the heck was that for, you littleââ
â âLeft Handâ will do. Sass me again and Iâll raise the voltage next time.â
âDonât you have a fork or something I could use instead?â
âYou little snip of a girl!â
âOkay, already!â
In an exaggerated, contorted action, Mia picked up the left hand. If she hadnât formed a vision of D in her mind, she never wouldâve been able to do it.
âSo, what am I supposed to do with this thing?â she asked while averting her gaze. Not a single drop of blood spilled from the gaping wound on the wrist.
âIâm not a thing! Thatâs âMr. Left Handâ to you.â
âSo, what should I do, O high and mighty Left Hand, sir?â
âDonât get smart with me. Okay, lift me up ever so gently and carry me over to where I say. Do that, and everything will go smooth as silk.â
âI suppose you were the one who cooled me down earlier, were you?â
âAh, ha, ha,â the left hand laughed with apparent surprise. Mia tried to hide her disgust as she lifted the limb.
Her body was bleached white. The sunlight had grown blisteringly hot. Mia closed her eyes. While her body might be able to endure the light, her optic nerves were another matter.
âThat bastardâs even begun to control the sun, has he? I donât think weâll be able to let that slide. Hurry up, Mia baby!â
âWhatâs this baby crap?â she snapped back, but she knew she had no choice but to do as the hand said. âWhat should I do now?â
âTake five normal-sized paces straight ahead. Next, take another two and a half to the right. Then raise me up to eye level.â
âOkay, okay!â
âOne âokayâ will suffice.â
âOoookay,â she replied snidely, and then she moved to the spot as directed. Sweat poured from her, and the refreshing chill within her was dying. Her legs began to buckle.
âDonât move, damn you! This calls for an incredibly delicate touch,â the left hand shouted.
âO-okay.â
She held the hand up as best she could, but then she fell again.
This is grim, she thought. I think weâre done for.