Did you know that she was cyborg?” asked a woman in an unhidden tone of disgust.
Kai stared at her, appearing confused, then let his gaze dance over the crowd. He shuffled his feet
closer to the podium, a wrinkle forming on the bridge of his nose.
Cinder bit the inside of her cheek and braced herself for adamant disgust. Who would ever invite a
cyborg to the ball?
But instead, Kai said simply, “I don’t see that her being cyborg is relevant. Next question?”
Cinder’s metal fingers jolted.

Autor: Marissa Meyer

Did you know that she was cyborg?” asked a woman in an unhidden tone of disgust.<br />Kai stared at her, appearing confused, then let his gaze dance over the crowd. He shuffled his feet<br />closer to the podium, a wrinkle forming on the bridge of his nose.<br />Cinder bit the inside of her cheek and braced herself for adamant disgust. Who would ever invite a<br />cyborg to the ball?<br />But instead, Kai said simply, “I don’t see that her being cyborg is relevant. Next question?”<br />Cinder’s metal fingers jolted. - Marissa Meyer


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