~Damon~
I watched rain lashed against the panoramic windows of my private laboratory, the storm's fury matching the cold satisfaction coursing through my veins.
Of course, I did savor the moment, allowing myself the luxury of triumph. Elara Winters lay unconscious on the medical table behind me, silver light pulsing beneath her skin in steady, hypnotic rhythms. The Algorithm working overtime to counter the sedative I'd engineered specifically for her unique physiology.
"Sir," Dr. Chen said from her workstation, "her neural activity is stabilizing. She'll regain consciousness within twenty minutes."
I turned from the window, allowing my fingers to trail along the cool glass before stepping toward the examination table. "And the integration parameters?"
"Extraordinary," Chen replied, g
