The best augmentation isn't the one that makes you faster. It's the one you can walk away from.

He looked at her—really looked. She wasn’t a fixer. She was a collector. The suit was a trap: a perfect, beautiful cage that promised glory in exchange for self-destruction.

“It’s banned,” Kaelen whispered.

“No,” Kaelen said. “I died five years ago. Today, I just ran.”