Page 22 of Echoes of Fire (Drakarn Mates #2)

My fingers worked to secure the wire, the tip of my tongue catching on my bottom lip like it always did when I was concentrating. The table in front of me was chaos—spilled bits of scrap metal, coils of wire, copper shavings, and the fragile ceramic casing of an old capacitor I’d salvaged.

Somewhere beneath the mess lay my notebook, half-covered by stray crystal fragments and tools, its gridded pages filled with half-sketched circuit diagrams and hastily scrawled notes.