로그인Chapter One Hundred and Two — Seventeen“Seventeen.”The voice echoed off brick and metal like it had all the time in the world.Ariana stood in the open, palms raised, heart steady in a way that didn’t make sense.The searchlights pinned her in white.She could feel the grid latched onto her mind now — a cold thread pulling, measuring, confirming.Asset Zero located.“Sixteen.”Behind her, she heard Mason move.Not a step back.Forward.The sound of gravel shifting under his shoe was small, but in the silence it felt thunderous.“Don’t,” she breathed without turning.He didn’t answer.“Fifteen.”Ryan’s whisper cut through the air behind her. “This is insane.”Caleb muttered, “They won’t shoot. Not her.”The twin was silent.Too silent.Ariana’s thoughts were razor sharp.If they believed there was only one of her, then this was leverage.If they believed integration was complete, then they didn’t expect instability.Good.Let them believe that.“Fourteen.”The SUV doors opened in uni
Chapter One Hundred and One — The Boy Who Wasn’t MarkedThe sirens didn’t get closer.They stopped.Exactly three blocks away.Ariana knew because she felt it.Not heard it.Felt it.Like a pressure change in the air.“They’re not police,” Ryan said quietly.“No,” the twin replied.“They’re perimeter.”Mason was still holding Ariana’s hand. Not tight. Not protective. Just there. Solid.Her phone screen flickered again and then died completely.No glow.No static.Just black.But the message was already burned into her mind.Global search protocol.“They’ll lock down highways first,” Caleb muttered. “Airports. Transit. Cameras.”“They don’t need cameras,” Ariana said softly.Everyone looked at her.She swallowed.“They have signal mapping. Bio-markers. Neural signatures.”The twin studied her face carefully.“You can feel them, can’t you?”Ariana nodded once.It was faint.But it was there.Like a radar ping brushing the edges of her awareness.Searching.Calibrating.She turned slowly
Chapter One Hundred — Asset Zero“Next subject identified.”The words didn’t blink.They didn’t glitch.They just sat there on Ariana’s screen like a quiet execution order.The red square tightened around Mason’s face.Tracking.Measuring.Assessing.He hadn’t seen it yet.He was too busy holding her, brushing dust out of her hair, whispering her name like she might disappear if he stopped.Ryan saw it first.His breath caught.“Ariana.”Her throat felt dry.“I know.”The twin lunged for the phone, but Ariana pulled it back instinctively.The screen shifted.New text scrolled.Compatibility index: 87%.Emotional tether confirmed.Initiate proximity test.“What the hell is that?” Mason asked.Now he saw it.The color drained from his face.The corridor lights flickered once—then steadied.Somewhere deeper underground, something powered on again.Low hum.Systematic.Alive.“They’re not done,” the twin whispered.“No,” Ariana said softly.“They just expanded.”The shattered mirrored wal
Chapter Ninety-Nine — The Other Side of Me“I’m tired of sharing.”The reflection’s lips moved.Ariana’s did not.Her breath stalled halfway in her lungs.No one else reacted.The twin was staring at the man in the gray suit. The man was watching Ariana. The screen was still glowing white.But the reflection—The reflection was alive.Ariana lifted her hand slowly.Her reflection kept smiling.Didn’t lift hers.Didn’t mirror her.It leaned closer to the glass.Close enough that Ariana could see the faint crack in its lower lip.A scar she didn’t have.“Do you see that?” Ariana whispered.“See what?” the twin asked.“The scar.”“What scar?”The reflection’s eyes shifted.Not at Ariana.At the man behind her.It blinked once.Deliberately.The man in gray folded his hands behind his back.“Phase Two requires voluntary alignment,” he said calmly.“Voluntary?” the twin barked. “You dropped her through the floor!”“You misunderstand,” he replied evenly. “That was merely access.”Ariana’s h
Chapter Ninety-Eight — Phase Two“Run.”The whisper wasn’t loud.It wasn’t dramatic.It was close.So close Ariana felt breath against the back of her neck.Every light in the warehouse had gone out at once.No flicker.No warning.Just black.Complete.Someone grabbed her wrist.Mason.“I’ve got you,” he whispered.But the floor vibrated.Low.Subtle.Like something heavy had just powered on.Phones began lighting up around the room.Not ringing.Not buzzing.Lighting up.Screen after screen after screen.Ryan looked down at his.The screen wasn’t cracked anymore.It wasn’t dark.It was showing live footage.Of them.From above.A bird’s-eye angle of the warehouse.The feed was crystal clear.“How—” Nate breathed.“There’s no cameras in here,” Caleb said.The twin’s voice cut through the dark.“Yes there are.”Ariana’s heart slammed.“Where?”The twin didn’t answer.Because the video feed zoomed in.Directly onto Ariana.A red square formed around her face.Tracking her.Targeting he
Chapter Ninety-Seven — Dead Girls Don’t Choose“You’re coming home.”The words didn’t sound like a threat.They sounded like a fact.Ariana didn’t move.Neither did Mason.The twin stood in the doorway, wind pushing her hair back, police lights washing her face blue and red like she belonged to both sides of the law.“Home where?” Caleb demanded.The twin’s eyes never left Ariana.“Where she was supposed to be.”Ryan’s voice cut in, sharp. “Stop speaking in riddles.”She finally looked at him.“You already know.”Something unspoken passed between them.Ariana saw it.That was worse than anything.“You said you woke up and they told you everything,” Ariana said slowly, staring at Ryan. “Everything about the twins.”He hesitated.Just a second.Too long.The twin smiled faintly.“Oh,” she murmured. “He didn’t tell you?”Mason stepped forward. “Tell her what?”Ryan’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t the time.”“It’s exactly the time,” Ariana snapped.Silence dropped like a blade.Ryan dragged







