He smiled with Noa’s lips.

Spoke with Noa’s voice.

But it wasn’t him.

Not really.

The second that silver sheen glinted across his irises, Alessio felt it like a punch to the soul.

This wasn’t Noa.

This was Sabine, repackaged.

Digitized.

Rewritten into the bones of the man Alessio loved.

Ivy’s breath caught in her throat. “She migrated into him. The EMP forced her to collapse so she took the one body she knew she could anchor in.”

“Me,” Noa said, except it wasn’t Noa.

It was ...