STEP BROTHER DEAREST
Four forces, perfectly synchronized, unstoppable.
Madison exhaled softly. “He’s fully integrated. Not just surviving—but amplifying us. Trust, rhythm, coordination complete.”
Ian’s grin was warm, human, triumphant. “We’ve survived everything. Now, we operate as one. That’s true strength.”
I stepped back, observing the battlefield—the puddles, the fractured reflections, the manipulated shadows, the city responding to our rhythm. Stepbrother moved beside me, confident, precise, fully synchronized. Human, brilliant, coordinated.