igned to him by the shadowy organization he worked for. He was also my ex-b

ld orbited around Chloe Davis. She was his childhood sweetheart, a girl who

do before he could go home

call in a "favor," a precious chit he had earned within his organization. They would rewind time, pull my soul from th

d the call. He was in the next

ou mean, '

cashed in eight markers to resurrect the asset. The council is losing its patience. You

sharp breath. He was

t chilled me, "It won't come to tha

ool in love with a

ty for Chloe's fiancé, Mark Thompson, a tech mogul with cold eyes and too much money. We were al

hloe. We were dragged below, ti

nappers put it on speaker. Alex' s voice

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a gravelly monotone. "We only have room for one return

ion. Not a single, a

ake the money, j

of my own worthlessness, confirmed and broadcast for everyone to hear. The kidnappers untied Chloe, who was sobbing, and dragged he

pushed me to the edge. I didn't struggle. What was the point?

h, a single, furious thought screamed through my mind. It wasn't a

don't want him. I

ng me down. My lungs burned.

of heaven, but the cold, sterile glow of a c

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