DEVLIN

The prototype sits on the black glass table between us like a damn loaded gun.

Shit. Really got my hands on it.

It’s sleek, matte-black, humming with quiet menace. My lips tug into a small smile staring at Marshall’s latest baby—the “Apex Neural Bridge,” a cybernetic arm that reads brain signals faster than any limb ever could.

Supposed to be the future of prosthetics. In reality, it’s just the future of my revenge.

How Irene got one of these, I don’t know. Don’t ...