THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL
The tattoo’s vines moved, stretching up toward her elbow.
“Mom,” June whispered. She shook Sarah’s shoulder. “Mom, wake up. Something’s really wrong.”
Sarah opened her eyes, glanced at June’s arm, and made a tiny, scared sound. She shot up, hands shaking, fingertips touching the edges of the black tattoo.
“It’s happening too fast,” Sarah whispered. “The Spark… it’s not just energy. It’s a backup for a mind. June, your grandmother didn’t just build a computer world to live inside. She made it so she could come back into a real body.”