Corian watched as Jov carefully shaped his hands, the lines along the backs of his fingers and swirling around his knuckles gradually lighting up. His fingers moved faster and faster as he argued with his ‘contact’ on this backwater astroid.
He’d been good to his word, the shopkeep had recognized him immediately and they had been using the same hand language the entire time. Cori could only catch a few phrases.
Jov’s hands suddenly went still as the contact shouted, “And you can keep your Crucible whore!”
Cori ducked. The lit up lines pulsed before a flash filled the room. When she rose, there was nothing but burnt boots.