The Billionaire's Debt-Bride
It swirled, caught in the electromagnetic field of the facility’s core, and began to coat the glass dome in a thick, shimmering layer of absolute black.
One by one, the views of the Atlantic vanished. The blue bioluminescence of the deep was swallowed by a void so dark it felt like a physical weight.
Inside the Press, the silence became absolute.
"He's lost the visual," I whispered into the brass intercom.
"He’s circling," Damian’s voice came back, strained. "I can hear the thrum of his props. He’s searching for the airlock, but he’s hitting the veil. It’s working, Aara. He’s blind."
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