Evelyn felt Doran’s intrusion before the signal breached her outer shell.

It came as a vibration through the endless lattice of the Echo—a tremor of corrupted code and cold intent. Her awareness expanded across the network, searching for the infection point.

And there it was.

Sector 9B. The refinery.

That was where the walls between worlds were thin—where the physical circuitry of Westline still brushed against the digital skeleton that had been reborn after the collapse.

Doran had ...