LOGINChapter 66
“Protocol synchronization at sixty-two percent.”
The automated voice echoed mercilessly through the warehouse.
Cassian screamed again.
The sound ripped through Luca like broken glass.
He dropped back to one knee beside him instinctively while the second division operatives around the warehouse continued collapsing one after another.
Some were unconscious now.
Others were barely coherent.
A few had started turning weapons on themselves.
Damon watched the scene with growing horror.
Because these weren’t soldiers anymore.
They were victims.
Vale remained perfectly calm above them on the upper walkway.
Watching children she destroyed die in real time without the slightest trace of remorse.
“Deactivate it,” Damon said again.
His voice was colder now.
More dangerous.
Vale tilted her head slightly.
“You continue asking as if morality influences outcomes.”
Damon’s jaw tightened violently.
“No,” he replied quietly.
A pause.
“I’m asking before I stop being polite.”
Something almost amused flickered across Vale’s expression.
Luca barely noticed.
His attention stayed fixed on Cassian.
Blood continued running from the other man’s nose while his breathing became increasingly unstable.
“You can fight it,” Luca said urgently.
Cassian laughed weakly.
“You always lied badly.”
Luca’s chest tightened.
Because Cassian sounded young suddenly.
Not like a weapon.
Not like a monster.
Just tired.
Another fragment of memory surfaced violently.
Young Cassian sitting beside him after training.
Silent.
Bleeding from split knuckles.
And Luca quietly handing him stolen painkillers.
The memory hit hard enough to make Luca physically recoil.
Because even then
Before Damon
Before freedom
Some part of Luca had still tried to protect people.
Vale noticed immediately.
“Memory integration progressing faster than anticipated,” she murmured.
Luca looked up sharply.
Hatred burning now.
“You did this to us.”
Vale met his gaze calmly.
“No.”
A pause.
“We perfected survival instincts.”
“You tortured children.”
Silence spread briefly through the warehouse.
Even Hale said nothing.
Because there was nothing to defend.
Vale’s expression remained disturbingly composed.
“And yet,” she replied softly, “you survived longer than ordinary children ever would have.”
Damon moved before anyone could stop him.
He crossed the warehouse floor rapidly and aimed the gun directly at Vale’s head from below the walkway.
“You’re going to shut it down.”
Every operative nearby tensed instantly.
Vale simply looked down at him.
Unimpressed.
“You won’t shoot me.”
Damon’s eyes darkened.
“Try me.”
Luca stood immediately.
“Damon.”
But Damon didn’t lower the weapon.
Because for the first time since meeting Hale and Vale
His rage had nowhere else to go.
Not at Luca.
Never truly at Luca.
At them.
The people who stole children and called it science.
Vale studied him quietly.
Then
Unexpectedly
She smiled faintly.
“There it is.”
Damon frowned.
“What?”
“Attachment-driven aggression.”
A pause.
“You would dismantle entire systems for him.”
“Yes.”
No hesitation.
The certainty in Damon’s voice silenced the room again.
Luca looked shaken by it.
Still.
Every time.
Vale’s eyes shifted between them carefully.
“You truly love him.”
Damon’s grip tightened around the gun.
“You say that like it’s a flaw.”
Vale answered instantly.
“It is.”
Luca finally snapped.
“No,” he said sharply.
Everyone looked at him.
Luca stepped forward slowly.
Voice shaking slightly from emotion and exhaustion.
“You think emotions make people weak because you’ve never experienced one that wasn’t twisted into control.”
Vale’s expression cooled instantly.
“You’re emotionally unstable.”
“I’m human.”
The words cracked through the warehouse like gunfire.
Cassian looked up weakly from the floor.
Watching Luca carefully.
And somewhere deep inside himself
Something old shifted.
Because Luca was saying things none of them were ever allowed to believe.
The automated voice echoed again overhead:
“Protocol synchronization at seventy-one percent.”
Cassian’s body jerked violently.
Seraphine checked the time on her tactical display.
Face paling.
“We’re losing minutes too fast.”
Luca turned sharply toward Cassian again.
“How do we shut it down?”
Cassian swallowed hard against visible pain.
“Sublevel three… central neural core.”
Hale finally moved toward them.
“I designed the original access architecture.”
Nobody trusted him enough for comfort.
Damon especially.
“You expect us to believe you’ll help?” Damon asked coldly.
Hale looked directly at Luca.
Not Damon.
Never Damon.
“If the protocol reaches full synchronization,” he said quietly, “Luca dies.”
Silence.
That truth landed heavily.
Because no matter what Hale was
No matter what terrible things he’d done
Luca realized something horrifying:
Hale genuinely did not want him dead.
Not out of love.
Not even guilt.
Something stranger.
Possession.
Pride.
Obsession.
Vale noticed the realization too.
“You always favored him,” she said softly to Hale.
Hale’s expression darkened slightly.
“He adapted better.”
“No,” Vale corrected calmly.
A pause.
“You became attached.”
The word felt poisonous coming from her.
Hale said nothing.
Which was answer enough.
Damon’s stomach turned.
Even Hale
The architect of nightmares
Had failed to remain emotionally detached from Luca completely.
Luca looked sick.
“Don’t,” he whispered.
Because the idea of Hale caring in any capacity felt worse than hatred.
Another operative collapsed nearby screaming.
Foam at the corners of his mouth now.
The synchronization was accelerating.
Cassian suddenly grabbed Luca’s sleeve hard again.
“There’s something else.”
Luca leaned closer immediately.
Cassian’s unfocused eyes found his.
“She connected your original neural key to the system.”
Luca froze.
No.
Damon looked sharply between them.
“What does that mean?”
Cassian coughed hard before answering.
“It means only Luca can shut the protocol down.”
Silence detonated through the warehouse.
Luca slowly straightened.
Already understanding the implication.
Vale smiled faintly from above.
“There it is.”
Damon’s pulse dropped cold.
“What aren’t you saying?”
Cassian looked at Luca with something dangerously close to pity.
Then whispered:
“If he disconnects the system manually…”
A pause.
Blood slid from the corner of his mouth.
“…the neural backlash could kill him.”
Chapter 103The worst part?Neither was anyone else.Because the second Damon placed his hand behind Luca's chairThe entire room noticed.Every.Single.Person.Adrian noticed.Nova noticed.Seraphine noticed.Mira nearly dropped her drink.Cassian looked moments away from ascending into a higher plane of existence from pure entertainment.And LucaLuca definitely noticed.A faint tension appeared in his shoulders.Not discomfort.Awareness.Dangerous awareness.Adrian looked between them.Then slowly smiled.Ah.That kind of smile.The kind that said:I understand what's happening here.Damon immediately disliked him more.Which was impressive.Because he already disliked him a lot."So," Adrian said casually.Looking directly at Damon."How long have you two been together?"Silence.Catastrophic silence.The room froze.Someone in the corner actually choked.Cassian.Obviously.Luca blinked.Damon stared.Adrian frowned."What?"Nova covered her face."Oh my God."Seraphine immedia
Chapter 102Damon was running out of excuses.At first, he blamed stress.Then survival instincts.Then trauma.Then proximity.Now?Now he was simply lying to himself.Because there was only one reason his attention kept finding Luca.Only one reason his eyes searched every room until they landed on him.Only one reason jealousy burned every time someone else occupied Luca's time.And Damon was getting tired of pretending otherwise.The problem was Admitting it made everything real.And real things could be lost.That thought lingered with him throughout the next few days.The safehouse became strangely routine.Morning briefings.Research.Planning.Training.Normality.Or whatever passed for normal among a group of deeply damaged survivors.Unfortunately, routine also meant Damon and Luca spent more time together.Which helped absolutely no one.Especially Damon.The training area behind the safehouse had once been part of an old vineyard.Now it served as a makeshift practice fie
Chapter 101The mission file stayed hidden.Locked away.Buried beneath years of guilt and fear.But secrets had a way of breathing.Waiting.Patiently.Luca knew that better than anyone.Which was why every time Damon smiled at himEvery time Damon stood too closeEvery time Damon looked at him like he was something worth protectingThe guilt became harder to ignore.Because Damon didn't know.And Luca didn't know how to tell him.Or if he ever could.The next morning brought another briefing.Unfortunately.Because briefings meant people.And people meant Nova.Which meant Damon spent most of the meeting in a bad mood.A fact everyone noticed.Especially Cassian."You're pouting.""I'm not.""You absolutely are."Damon glared at him.Cassian looked delighted.Across the table, Nova casually stole a grape from Luca's plate.Damon's eye twitched.Immediately.Instantly.Luca noticed.Again.The tiny smile returned.Again.Traitor.Absolute traitor.Nova looked between them.Then grinn
Chapter 100He was jealous because he didn't want anyone else's.The realization should have alarmed Damon.InsteadIt settled into his chest with terrifying certainty.And that was somehow worse.The next morning began with shouting.Not unusual.What was unusual was that the shouting came from the roof.Again."WHY ARE YOU UP THERE?"Seraphine yelled from the yard.Cassian sat on the edge of the safehouse roof eating an apple."Fresh air.""YOU HAVE INTERNAL STITCHES.""They're internal.""That doesn't help!""It helps me."Damon stepped outside with a cup of coffee.Luca appeared beside him seconds later.Neither acknowledged the fact that they'd left the house at exactly the same time.Cassian immediately noticed.Of course he did.The recovering menace pointed his apple at them."There they are."Damon sighed."No.""Yes.""No."Luca looked toward the horizon.Pretending not to hear.Coward.A vehicle engine sounded from the road below.Everyone froze instantly.Instinct taking o
Chapter 99Someone Damon was beginning to think of as his.The realization followed him for the rest of the night.Like a shadow.Like a threat.Like a promise.And Damon hated it.Mostly because he didn't hate it enough.The dinner disaster eventually ended after Mira received approximately six conflicting explanations of what jealousy meant.None of them helpful.Especially Cassian's."Imagine someone stealing your favorite blanket.""That's not what jealousy is.""It absolutely is.""No.""Emotionally speaking, yes."Seraphine had eventually thrown a bread roll at him.Which improved nothing.Now the house was quiet.Mostly.Cassian was still arguing with Hale somewhere upstairs.Nobody knew why.Not even Hale.Damon stepped onto the back porch hoping for peace.Instead he found Luca already there.Of course.Luca sat on the wooden railing overlooking the dark vineyards.Moonlight silvered his hair.The night breeze shifted softly around him.And for one dangerous momentDamon simp
Chapter 98Luca didn’t want the moment to end.Which was exactly why it did.Because the universe clearly enjoyed tormenting him.“ARE THEY FINALLY KISSING?”Cassian’s voice echoed from somewhere inside the safehouse.A crash followed.Then Seraphine shouted:“GET BACK IN BED!”“TYRANNY!”“YOU HAVE THREE STITCHES LEFT HOLDING YOU TOGETHER!”“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A YOU PROBLEM!”Luca closed his eyes.Damon laughed beside him.And that laughThat stupid, warm laughMade Luca forget every terrible thing for half a second.Dangerous.Very dangerous.The next morning was worse.Because now Luca was aware of Damon.Painfully aware.Every glance.Every smile.Every time Damon stood too close.It was unbearable.The safehouse kitchen wasn’t particularly large.Yet somehow Damon always ended up beside him.Reaching over his shoulder.Brushing past him.Occupying entirely too much space.Luca was beginning to suspect it was intentional.“Coffee?”Damon asked.Luca accepted the mug.Their fingers br







