The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge
Her counter-script, which had been seconds from deployment, was now crawling, bogged down by the sheer, overwhelming weight of weaponized stupidity.
Back in the lab, the delay was costing them dearly. The silver nitrate mist, which had been partially cleared, was thickening again. Marcus, trying to shield Jack from a lunging attacker, took a set of claws across his forearm. The wound wasn't deep, but the instant the silver mist touched his exposed blood, it began to sizzle, a black, necrotic corruption spreading from the gash.
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