Juniper flinched. “What is that?”
“I’m looking for my sister. Juniper Vale. And… Ginger It.” ginger it
“Cora,” Juniper said, but her voice had an echo, a second harmony a half-beat behind. “It’s glorious. I feel everything. The heat of every lightbulb in the city. The static in every phone line. I am the fizz. I am the ginger .” Juniper flinched