The scraping metal she'd heard was Logan—in metal chains and other hindrances.

As soon as the wave of healing washes away there's a vibration under her wrist, and she knows that her thieving skin has served its purpose and is now being negated by the Genoshan device.

"Fascinating," the doctor breathes. He runs his hands over her nonexistent wounds.

She shivers.

"The files originally obtained for M: 212 were…sparse at best. Never have I imagined something like this—"

Rogue tunes his words out and brushes Logan's black hair away from his forehead. He came back for her; he saved her life, but she'd tried escaping with only a fleeting thought on his behalf.

How could you?


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