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“How’s it hangin’, DG?”

Ezra looks up at ot the smirkiest smirk There should be some prize for this, soet e a robotic, “Fine”

I latch my eyes onto the battery and metal piece “What’s that stuff?”

“Don’t know”

I glance around the roo every table has one “So you just found it?” I ask

“Yuup” I can see his Ada the column of his tanned throat His eyes meet mine for just a second

“Electric current,” he says He’s looking down again, and I can’t help the way s to his hands They’re really nice hands Al, brawler knuckles and these lean, long fingers They lookon a real person—and nothing like ht that my hand could probably cover his Then Dr Bumble comes into the room and I’m distracted by our project instructions

Apparently, we’ll do so that will adjoin the battery to the metal bars in…some way When we’re finished, a ss

“It will be a shock, but it won’t hurt you,” Buers to it, but that’s not required” He gives a funny little sht of his life

Then he walks around to every table, passing out wiring kits

Ezra slides ours toward hi the instruction leaflet out in front of him

He looks for athe wires to thelike I’uess I am, because when he’s finished, he knocks on the surface of the table

I blink My cheeks burn fro

“Want to hook it up?” he asks

“The battery?”

He s

He nudges the ertip, and I fron at the battery “I guess it snaps in…like a smoke alarm?”

I try to fit the battery into the snap, but… “One of them is bent? What the hell…”

“Here” He takes the battery fro He pushes the battery into the snap, then he hisses “fuck” and drops it on the tabletop with a clank