My Father's Rival Is My Lover
From its belly, a familiar figure emerged, Blanche, dressed in her signature white tactical gear, silver visor gleaming.
“You called, lovebird?” she said in her clipped British accent.
Julian grinned through the blood. “I need a miracle.”
“You always do.” She handed him a case. “The EMP you requested. You’ve got sixty seconds. Then it wipes every neural drive within range.”
He ran.
Back in the Hall
Alma stood over ARES, panting. He bled from the corner of his mouth, but his smile had returned.
“You’re stronger than I expected.”
“No,” she said. “I’m just finally awake.”
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