nce Estate; the fog simply turn

't wait for an answer. He entered with a tray containing

s voice as mechanical as the security py

Hall, passing the portrait she was only allowed to look at for three seconds. She caught a g

of the East Wing. Silas swiped a biometric

he future. The floors were a seamless, sterile white,

" a voice

oat that made him look like a dark priest of science. He stood next to a reclined

eart hammering. "You're doing the draw yo

, Elena," Alexander said. He picked up a

pered. "The one you're k

of a second. His jaw tightened. "She is

apping against her skin. He found the vein instantly. As the needle slid in, Elena winced, but Alexander di

her head feeling light as the machine humme

old that acts as a bridge. My sister... she isn't just sick, Elena. She was an experiment in neural mapping that went wrong. Her consciousnes

You're feeding a compu

e," he snapped, his voice c

nces turned a violent violet. A voice, high and melodic but disto

here. The Proxy

Alexander held her shoulder down. "S

pered. "Alexander, does she know? Does she know you w

with a new kind of horror. "What did she just say? You told me

He reached over and flipped a switch

but he wouldn't meet Elena's e

d, her voice trembling. "Were you the one who shot t

a cotton ball to her arm, his thumb lingering on the wound.

ta, Elena. That is the on

you look like

d the bandage he had just placed on her arm. It w

he woman who came before you. Because if you do, you'l

g by the door. "Take her back to her room. Double

e bag of her blood against his chest, staring at the violet mon

at she wasn't just a

a spar