saw Isabella in the wheelchair.
He saw the gleam beneath the hem of her silver dress.
Not jewelry.
A lower-limb assistive brace.
Hidden under fabric, locked in passive mode.
Expensive.
Custom.
Beautifully engineered.
And wrong.
The right knee actuator was not dead.
It was disengaged.
The left hip stabilizer blinked amber under the dress, barely visible between continue reading …
