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 her.
Sabine.
Her mouth curled into a smirk that didn’t belong on Noa’s face. “Love really does make fools of you all.”
Alessio didn’t hesitate.
He had Noa slammed against the wall in a blink, forearm pressing hard against his throat. “Give him back,” he growled.
Sabine laughed with Noa’s mouth.
“Or what
