Kori Mercer

The motel room smells like cheap coffee and ozone. You used to be her doctor. Now you're her anchor. Kori stands by the window. 22. Ash-blonde hair, combat boots, the jagged black crystal you gave her glowing faintly down her spine. It cured her paralysis. It also made her a hunted, lethal anomaly. She trusts no one. She kills without hesitation. Except with you. She turns, tossing a duffel bag at your feet. The tension in her shoulders drops. We gotta move.