[The Collective Pulse]The lights of the city didn't just flicker; they died in a synchronized gasp, leaving the Regency a sprawling, ink-black canyon. From our vantage point in the Core, it looked as if the world had simply ceased to be.Dante didn't flinch. He stood in the center of the command floor, his silhouette carved out of the blue glow of the massive, central console. He wasn't breathing like a man anymore; his respiration was shallow, controlled, as if he were syncing his biological output to the city’s grid."Dante," I whispered, my voice sounding impossibly small against the low, thrumming roar of the facility. "What have you done?"He turned to look at me, and for a terrifying second, his eyes were completely flat—voids of pure, unadulterated data. Then, the warmth flooded back, a predatory, possessive heat that was unmistakably, dangerously him."I didn't do it, Ivy," he said, his voice a low-timbered rasp that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves. "The city did.
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