~Damon~
I met her gaze without flinching. "No. I tried to save her. The damage from what they did was too extensive."
"And these enhanced subjects?" She gestured toward the containment units lining the walls. "How many of them survive the integration?"
"More with each iteration," I answered honestly. Selective truth was always more convincing than outright lies. "The seventeenth generation has a seventy-eight percent success rate."
Her gaze sharpened, the silver-blue glow intensifying. "Show me," she commanded. "The ones with highest enhanced rate."
I smiled. This was moving faster than anticipated. I'd learned long ago to adapt when opportunity presented itself.
"Of course," I replied, my tone deliberately casual while my mind raced through the implications. This wasn't merely a com
