s*x in death
"It’s a neural bridge. Silas hasn't just been following us, Elowen. He’s been harvesting the data from our 'blood-bond.' He knows exactly how much energy we produce when we touch. He’s been using our intimacy to map the Jump."
The realization hit me like ice water. Every moment of tension, every heartbeat we shared, every time we almost gave in—it was all being recorded. We weren't just running; we were a science experiment in real-time.
"He’s listening, isn't he?" I looked at the small, glowing chip.
Julian didn't answer. Instead, he crushed the chip beneath the heel of his boot.
The lights in the penthouse flickered and then died, leaving us in the bruised purple glow of the city's neo