destructive tendencies," as the System called him. I was his fixer, his anchor, the stable force that pulled h
th the return of Emily Carter, his old flame. I smelled her perfume on him at 2 a.m., then heard him arrang
ghts, the fingerprint security he' d never deleted for her. He looked ashamed, but still had the au
." "Can' t you just... accept her? We could make this work. The three of us." The
he man I had dedicated my life to, the "project" I had poured m
e and clean, burned through my heartbreak, cauterizing the wound. I accepted the E