My Father's Rival Is My Lover
“Thank you, Sterling.”
Meanwhile, deep in Voss’s central compound, code-named: Dominion
Ember was restrained in a gravity chair, metallic cuffs glowing with blue plasma. She winced as the machine around her hummed, needles calibrating her neural patterns.
Across the room stood Voss. Tall, elegant, terrifyingly calm.
“You know, Ember, it’s fascinating,” he murmured, pacing. “Alma’s body carries the key. But your mind your empathy, your trauma, your grief that’s what binds Genesis into something usable.”
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