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CHAPTER 50 – A PLAN TO SAVE HIM (NOT HERSELF)

Auteur: Mercy V.
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-04 14:28:01

Vance dimmed the overheads and dragged a lamp close, its harsh circle of light catching on steel and skin: the collar at Lys’s throat, the fine wires taped along her neck

“Here’s how this goes,” he said. “So no one pretends they were confused later.”

He pointed to the red strand on the monitor, and the branch Aria had tagged as coupling.

“This,” Vance said, “is the bridge between your failsafe cascade and his implant.”

He split the view, isolating the branch.

“It doesn’t just mirror signal; it
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