SARAH'S POV"His name is Rael."Michael mentioned it to the mirror above the sink, hands under running water, not looking at me. I stood in the bathroom doorway with my arms crossed, watching the back of his head, waiting for the rest of it.The bathtub behind him was full, bubbles settling at the surface, steam rising in thin curls. He had a towel around his waist, nothing else. The burn scar from the mansion still climbed the side of his neck, familiar now in a way it hadn't been weeks ago."He claims Marcus had a third son," Michael continued, turning off the tap, reaching for the hand towel on the rail. "He wants the network, not the building, the network. Sixty winners placed across twelve countries, financial infrastructure, and communication channels. All of it was still running with no Controller."He turned to face me."I'm going to take his offer," he announced. "Not the Controller role, not the network as it was built to function." He held my gaze steadily. "I helped build
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