Jade's POV The monochrome green glow of the terminal didn't fade; it bled into the marrow of my bones, freezing me from the inside out. Bianca’s face was gone from the monitor, replaced by that flat, mocking black void, but the phantom image of her ruined, beautiful face remained burned into my retinas. Beside me, Enzo hadn't moved a single muscle. He stood so perfectly still that he didn't even seem to be breathing, a terrifying statue of old-world vengeance carved from the shadows of a dead empire. The silence in the cavernous basement of the Gary server farm was no longer a sanctuary; it was a physical weight, pressing against my eardrums until the rhythmic, heavy drip-drip of water from the rusted pipes overhead sounded like a countdown to an execution."Enzo," I whispered, the name scraping against my throat like broken glass. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I touched the stiff leather of his jacket, desperate for any sign of life from the man who had just watched his las
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