Lys woke to the feeling of her own pulse trying to punch its way out of her skull.She didn’t open her eyes at first. Years of conditioning held her still, breath shallow, limbs loose, as she let her senses do the work.Soft sheets under her. Too soft—high thread count, expensive, smelling faintly of starch and something sharper. Clean air with a hint of citrus and steel. No city noise, no neighbor’s music, just the distant murmur of conditioned airflow.Restraints.A band of cool pressure around one wrist, another around the other. Not rough rope, not metal cuffs cutting skin—smooth, rigid, humming with quiet power. Biometric restraints. She tested them with the tiniest flex of her fingers; the bands tightened by a fraction, sensors waking.There was weight at her throat.Not the invisible Siren collar carved into her bones—that one was always there, like phantom fingers at the back of her neck—but something new. A strip of sleek metal hugging the skin over where the embedded hardwar
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