Digicap.dav Instant

The memory skipped. A glitch. Suddenly, Mara was viewing Thorne’s own hand—her hand, in the memory—holding a scalpel. The scalpel was pressing against the throat of a sleeping woman. No. Not a woman. The same figure. Elara. But older. And the scalpel wasn’t a weapon. It was a tool.

The digicap ended.

And she had just opened it.