The hook lifted Ty high enough that his feet left the frozen rail.
Pressure closed around his ribs and upper arm. The walking frame held him like cargo, not a prisoner. Metal dug through his coat, found bruised bone, and squeezed until his breath came out thin.
Blue flattened herself against his shoulder, one hand buried in his collar.
"Your ribs are making choices I do not approve of," she said. "Make the machine regret touching you soon before I start panicking professionally."
"Working on a complaint with several injuries attached," Ty said.
The frame turned with Ty caught against its hook.
That turn mattered more than the lift. It moved him over the gap where the green vapor rushed through the broken cold strip. Acid climbed in the hollow under his boots. His injured foot hung close enough for the bandage to smoke again.
JJ started toward him before Carden shifted left.
