Reclaiming Mrs. Wolfe
"If you stop now, the pain was for nothing. Focus, Grace. Be the mogul. Be the architect. See the structure, not the child."
I bit my lip until I tasted blood, my vision blurring with tears. I saw it—the metallic glint of the chip. It wasn't just a tracker; it was a complex lattice of silver and silicon, integrated into the very tissue. It pulsed with a faint, rhythmic red light, synchronized with her heartbeat.
"It’s deep," I hissed, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "It’s... it’s anchored to the sheath of the muscle."
"Take it out," Julian urged, his eyes on the window. He was watching the treeline, his hand on the fire axe. "I see lights, Grace. Down in the valley. They're coming."
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