Rescued

Chapter 41

Ronan's knees buckled.

He dropped to one, gasping as if the air had turned to smoke. His vision blurred at the edges, and his body—his own damn body—felt foreign. The clones stood like sentinels around him, their movements mechanical but precise. Every breath they took felt like a countdown.

And the boss... he was silent now. Watching and waiting.

This can't be happening. No way was he going to end up as a fucking vessel.

Ronan gritted his teeth and forced himself to crawl forward, muscles trembling. Every inch felt like a mile. His system wasn't just being suppressed, it was glitching. Shifting between command protocols he didn't recognize. Like someone else was holding the remote.