Sophia’s POV“Get away from the girl.”Lena’s voice wasn’t hers anymore.Her stance was perfect—too perfect. The way her arms locked, the way she didn’t blink, didn’t breathe… it was mechanical. Wrong. Like something else had slid in behind her eyes and taken the wheel.Alex moved before I could speak, placing himself in front of Liana and me, gun raised.“Lena, put it down.”She tilted her head slightly, curious. “That name doesn’t belong to me anymore.”My skin prickled. I stepped onto the glowing circle beside Liana, heart pounding. The pulse of the vault’s platform was rising—warm beneath my feet, a low thrum crawling up my spine.“She’s been overwritten,” Liana said quietly. “Her neural imprint. Someone—something—uploaded a command set into her brainstem.”I swallowed hard. “Who?”Liana didn’t answer. She just pointed at the vault ceiling, where faint projections flickered to life—ghosts of logs, blinking code strings, blurred faces. One name looped over and over, like a glitch r
Alex’s POV“They’re not coming to take me. They’re coming to erase me.”Liana’s voice was calm—too calm.Sophia turned in her seat so fast the belt snapped against her chest. “What do you mean erase you? Liana, what’s Protocol Zero?”But our daughter didn’t respond. She just stared ahead, her small hands clenched in her lap, her eyes locked on something far beyond the trees. Like she wasn’t just hearing something—we couldn’t. She was receiving it.And that scared me more than the black convoy now racing down the hill behind us.“They’re four minutes out,” Lena said from the other Jeep over comms. “Too many to fight. Too close to run.”I slammed my foot on the accelerator, tires screaming through loose gravel as the Jeep swerved between boulders. The trail narrowed, and I almost missed the sharp curve around the ravine. Almost.“We need to split up,” Marcus said from the second vehicle. “We’ll take the left fork. You keep straight toward the canyon pass. It’s tighter, but it’ll cut the
Sophia’s POVI never thought I’d see Damian’s brother again—not like this.He stood in the dim, flickering light of the old chapel’s underground cellar, holding a flashlight and a handgun like a man used to waiting in the dark. The girls were asleep behind him, wrapped in worn blankets on a cot that looked like it had seen more soldiers than sermons.“Nice of you to drop by,” he said, his voice rough with fatigue. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten I existed.”I stepped in cautiously, Alex close behind me, Lena taking rear guard.“No offense,” I said, “but I was hoping you’d stay a ghost.”He cracked a faint grin. “I’ve been called worse.”Liana stirred at the sound of my voice. She sat up groggily, eyes blinking through the haze of sleep. And then, just like that, she was off the cot and in my arms—small but fierce, shaking.“You came back,” she whispered, her fingers digging into my neck. “You promised.”“I always keep my promises,” I whispered, even though I wasn’t sure if t
Sophia’s POVThe night didn’t sleep, and neither did I.Even as Alex wrapped an arm around me in that cold steel shelter, even as his heartbeat thudded steady against my cheek, my mind refused to rest. Every creak of the wind outside sounded like a footstep. Every shadow on the walls looked like a ghost from Site Eleven. I kept seeing Nyx's eyes—the way they opened like she was waking from a nightmare she hadn’t finished dreaming.And I couldn’t shake the feeling that she had looked through me—not just at me.Alex dozed off eventually, his breaths growing slow and heavy. I slipped out from under his arm and sat by the mirror. My reflection looked worse than I felt. Blackened bruises laced my ribcage. Blood still crusted the corner of my lip. But the real damage wasn’t skin-deep.I’d seen Damian alive.He was supposed to be dead.He was supposed to be buried along with everything we destroyed after the divorce—the company, the assets, the programs. We burned it all to the ground.Appar
Alex’s POVThe barrel of my rifle smoked as I stood over the last man still twitching on the ground, blood pooled under his vest, and I didn’t look twice.There was no time for second glances anymore, not here.The stairwell was blown to hell, concrete crumbling at the edges. I had barely made it through the lower corridor when the EMP burst went off. That was my first sign that Sophia was still alive.The second was the tracker.It was tiny, old tech. The kind that only Sophia used because she didn’t trust newer systems. The signal was faint, but it pulsed straight through the jamming field like a beacon in a graveyard.I followed it without hesitation.Now, I stood at the extraction point—breathing hard, cuts on my arms, and half a magazine left in the chamber and then I saw her.Sophia….alive, battered, limping, blood at the corner of her mouth—but alive.She broke into a run the moment she saw me, and before either of us could say a word, she grabbed my face and kissed me. Fierce
Sophia’s POVI didn’t move.I couldn’t.Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, but none louder than the sound inside my head—Damian’s voice echoing like a siren through bone.“We were wondering when you'd arrive.”He stepped closer, his boots making no sound on the concrete floor. The shadows seemed to bend around him like they knew better than to defy his presence. His hands were gloved, his suit pristine despite the carnage around us, as if he’d strolled into a graveyard and decided it was just another boardroom.“Still stubborn,” he murmured, crouching beside me. “Still bleeding for ghosts.”My hand twitches toward my side holster, but he caught the motion before I could blink and with effortless precision, he snatched the gun, disassembled it, and tossed the pieces behind him.“You always were predictable.”“I could say the same about you,” I rasped. My voice was raw. “Still monologuing like a cliché.”He laughed, a quiet, controlled sound that didn’t reach his eyes. “Sophia