"Move!"
Dante's voice cracked through the room a fraction too late.
The form's hand brushed her wrist.
Not a grab.
Not a strike.
Just contact.
Light.
Precise.
Enough.
The girl gasped and jerked back instinctively, slamming into the console behind her. "No don't touch me don't"
Victor was already there.
He hit the form hard, driving it sideways, breaking the line of contact before it could settle.
The impact was clean.
Brutal.
Necessary.
The form slid, recovered instantly
But something had already happened.
Dante felt it.
The shift.
The split.
His expression darkened. "It's in."
The girl froze. "What do you mean it's in?!"
Camille's voice surged back, sharper now despite the instability. "Her signal just spiked there's interference Dante, confirm"
Dante didn't look away from her.
"I can feel it."
That was worse than any explanation.
She shook her head quickly. "No no, I'm fine I'm literally fine nothing is"
Her voice hitched.
Stopped.
Just for a second.
