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Ares standing amid a hundred flowers and his looks bringing them all to shame immediately surfaced in Graysons’ mind. “Yes, Sir.” He turned the car and drove toward the flower market. Imperial Capital’s largest flower market was at East Fourth Ring. It was very crowded on weekends. As soon as Grayson drove into the area, he got stuck in traffic and was unable to get in or out. Bit by bit, the car inched forward until it was finally able to reach where the roses were. Getting out of the car, Jay paid no attention to the stares from the passersby as he stood coolly in front of the sea of flowers. He said to the owner, “I’ll take all the roses here.”

It took Hailey a full five oversized trash bags to clear everything out. Iris called soon after. “Hailey, I’ll be arriving in New Vegas the day after tomorrow. Don’t forget to pick me up at the airport.” Hailey replied softly, “Okay, Aunt Iris. I’ll be there early.” She had just hung up when Jeremy walked in. “Who are you seeing?” he asked. Hailey lowered her gaze. “No one. I’m just going to pick up a piece of clothing I ordered online.”

Cherry blossom trees bloom in delicate pinks, white bushes spill over stone walls, and a solitary bench waits at the center. “Now talk.” ⸻ BRYNN POV Vex and Kade exchange a brief, silent glance before following me. Security personnel watch from the periphery, their expressions neutral, but I can feel the weight of their attention pressing in. The garden is isolated enough that voices won’t carry. Stone dragons at each corner seem to watch over us, and notably, no cameras intrude here. For the first time since returning, I feel a sliver of privacy. Vex scans the space with that predator’s efficiency of his, then settles his gaze back on me.

"You can't kill a price point, Jade. I am the value of every soul on this planet. I am the trade that never ends." Jade realized she couldn't fight this with energy. She sat down on the cold stone floor, placing her hands on the Neural Bridge. She closed her eyes and dove into the Mind-Scape. The Boardroom of the Damned Inside the digital link, Jade found herself in a distorted version of a London boardroom. Outside the windows, the world was a blur of red and green stock tickers. The Market-Maker sat at the head of a long table, his hands folded. Across from him sat the "Human" Caspian—a flickering, exhausted figure who looked like he was being erased.

I say nothing and just knowingly smile back over my shoulder, fully aware that he's still completely in shock even as I turn my back on him and walk out the open door. Women are an enigma. A world-famous adage, but Travis Baker is a genius. He will figure it out. The Cherry Blossom Festival is on its way when we arrive, as civilians and agents have bet on a particular Sakura tree by placing their blankets, food, and karaoke machines underneath. There aren't enough Sakura trees to be around, so some people are walking around instead, trying to find the merchant's stall selling the best food.

Its top was wreathed in a halo of sickly green and magenta light, throbbing in slow, steady beats—like a toxic heartbeat. Objective. “Welcome to the future,” Jax said at my shoulder, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. “Somehow it’s exactly as depressing as I imagined.” My stomach twisted. It looked too much like home. Not my exact city, not literally, but close enough—tall buildings, choked intersections, ugly concrete public art—filtered through the lens of a deranged game dev and my own worst cyberpunk drafts I swallowed hard, throat tight. This could’ve been the street Ethan always insisted on walking down, hand on the small of my back like he was steering me. The bus stop where I’d kill

he told the driver. "No. That place is too dangerous. You just got a tattoo—" "Now." Rhea sat in her car and suddenly remembered Vera’s list of standards. "He has to tattoo my name over his heart. There’s a briar rose bush on Moonwatch Cliff. He has to pick a stalk for me." She laughed. She chuckled until tears spilled down her face. "Let’s go," she told Thomas. "Stop following them." That night, she scrolled through Vera’s social feed. A photo of a briar rose blooming on the edge of a cliff.

"Value is the only thing that remains constant when the market crashes. I’d rather own the street than the building." Dante nodded slowly a rare, iron-clad sign of respect. "Good. Because the world is getting smaller. The 'Old Guard' is dying out, and the people taking their place? They don't have the grit to handle the shadows. You do." We moved through the gallery like a procession of legends. We walked past the original Vance sketches, past the encrypted servers of the Phoenix node, and out onto the rooftop garden that overlooked the sprawling circuit board of New York. To the west, the Moretti-Vane towers stood like obsidian sentinels, guarding the digital gates of the city. To the east,