Round 192

The building’s demands pulsed through them again, more insistent this time. Abby felt her resolve crystallizing—if they were going to die here anyway, maybe she could choose how it happened. She stepped forward, meeting Hera’s eyes. “We can’t stop this,” she said, voice steady despite the arousal thrumming in her veins. “But we don’t have to let Jeane control it.” The walls groaned around them, and Abby knew they were out of time. But for once, she wasn't running away—she was choosing to face this together.