affair. "Supposed" being the ope
tering against the silver like shards of ice. The air was thick, h
the frightening precision of a surgeon performing an autopsy. Josh sat opposite me, play
ing that the food, which tasted vaguely of a
preparing to launch a small, tactical missile. "I had an
liar tightening in my chest, a physical
lders. "That must have been delightful, Mother." He even called her 'Mother.' The man deserved an
ciety expectations. "We discussed legacy. Continuity. And the fact that
y? She was dropping the Heir Bomb before the dessert had even left the
twitched near his wine glass, a tiny, frantic bird trapped in a cage
lken shroud draped over a nervous tremor. "I
d your best isn't working, Joshua. Dr. Michaels will be visiting in two weeks to run fertili
ally checked o
urn the most intimate human ac
rously polite and thin as a sheet o
ash-freeze a supernova. "Privacy is for peop
e dry remains of his composure. "Surely, there
al ruin and social exile. "Joshua, are you sugges
aneously. He recovered instantly, pasting that fake, plastic smile back on his
ent was less a rush and more a high-speed
reparing a surrender ritual. "You will not rush it. You will do it
a new strain of profitable bacteria in a
chanism I had left against the crushi
r. Michaels coordi
granite jaw. His grip on his glass turned white-knuckled, the ste
e ground out th
against porcelain. It felt like a countdown clock ticking toward zero. When sh
" she lied, the words
added, exiting the room with t
our house, you c
t behind her, the air pressure
caping steam. "Well," he muttered, his
e with a sharp clang. "We're about to be lab rats for a
shedding the politeness to reveal the
ly? Enlig
d on live-streaming the
furious, I barked out a laugh. It was sharp, hysterical, and tot
defenses and make me laugh. But the moment pa
, the humor vanishing like smoke. "
hollow room. "Look, I hate this just as much as you do. But s
I snapped, my hands dancing in the air as I paced the small sp
led about this arrangement? You realize the level of financial ruin we face
gance to hide the way my heart was hammering against my r
ary sound of two enemies realizing they were sharin
of the table. Two adversaries linked by a common ni
g the light like a pool of blood. "Guess
I muttered, though the bit
r and the shared knowledge that we were utterly screwed. And I had t
r perhaps a very large barrel of bleach
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