The Phantom Heiress And Her Fake Lover

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black nanofiber of her tactical suit. She didn't shiver. She controlled her

olographic interface projected from her w

d moved at exactly 1.5 meters per second. The data matc

, moving past the corner of th

one hundred an

the size of a coin, shaped like a spider. She pressed it

circle, a silent laser cutting through the glass. It attached

ass out and set it

. Her boots made zero sound as

ence of a sleeping house. The only sound was

oward the mass

across the mattress. It illuminated the shar

Lyon

ws were pulled together, a permane

er. She stayed three feet a

laser grid fanned out from her d

d across her ho

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the data. Her s

ir to the Lyons empire was sickly, bedridden, and dying. But

to be absol

ist. The laser shifted, penetrating deeper,

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oulder. An old, healed fracture. The bone had b

shed from El

r ribs, a violent, physical t

ame injury. The ex

oy she had pulled from the wreckage all those years a

, Elwyn

h exhale and rolled on

es locked up instantly.

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ng eternity. Elwyn's breathing le

She backed away slowly, saving

ircular pane of glass. She fit it perfectly back into the hole. The micro-bo

clinging to the stone wall and rep

just as the security light

tree line, disappe

ide the master bedroom, E

ke up with the sharp, adrenalin

dark room, searching the sha

on his nightstand and pu

ches. Zer

in the room felt different. It had

hanging in the air. Ozone. The sme

ankets off and wal

onlight, he felt it. A microscopic ridge, thinn

k smile cur

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voice was a low,

his assistant an

"Lock down the city's grid. I want you to find a g