~Elara~
The helicopter descended toward Damon's San Juan estate just as twilight claimed the sky. Through the window, I watched the sprawling compound materialize from the mist—all sharp angles and glass walls perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the churning Salish Sea. Unlike Lunaris's organic curves that honored the natural world, TechNova's CEO had imposed his vision upon nature, conquering rather than collaborating.
Much like the man himself.
"Spectacular, isn't it?" Marcus's voice came through my headset as he noticed my attention. "Mr. Marx designed it himself."
"Of course he did," I murmured, adjusting the pendant at my throat. The device Maya had disguised as jewelry was already registering increased electromagnetic activity—subtle, but persistent. Nothing on this island
