He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

voice.

I got up with help from nobody.

The tablet was still in my hand. Screen spidered but working.

Dan Voss was still there.

He’d watched all of it.

His smile had gone.

Good.

“You just burned your local eyes,” I said.

He said nothing.

I wiped blood off my lip with the back of my hand. “And now I know your relay style. You stayed close to legacy power routing.continue reading …