HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME
I could destroy, conquer, make Luna vanish entirely.
The Obsidian Sons weren’t tools, they were extensions of my will. Soon, everything will now to me.
I exhaled slowly, savoring the electricity of possibility, the raw potential of unbroken power. “Then let’s make our first move,” I whispered, not to the AI, not to Thorne, but to myself. As their awakened leader, there would be no turning back.
"Luna, originally named Dahlia, recently turned Isla McRae, in Scotland. Can you help me find her son?" I asked, my voice steady, commanding.
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