Ch-53
Author: Cupidaris
last update2025-05-20 22:11:38

The first sign was barely more than a flicker.

A tremor in Harper’s left hand, a subtle curl of her fingers beneath the blanket. Nathan, half-asleep beside her bed, caught it from the corner of his eye. He straightened instantly, heart pounding, gaze fixed on her face.

Her lashes twitched. A faint crease appeared between her brows, as if something in her dreamscape tugged at her mind, trying to drag her upward through layers of fog. Her lips parted, and a whisper caught between them, too quiet to make out.

He leaned closer. “Harper?”

No response. But her head rolled slightly on the pillow, and her fingers twitched again. He reached for her hand, gently interlacing his fingers with hers. She didn’t flinch. But she didn’t let go either.

It was something.

The hospital wing of the hidden facility, what remained of Harrow’s private lab, was eerily quiet.

There were no alarms, jistythe slow beeping of machines and the low thrum of power coursing through old Imperium tech.

She was h
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