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
do you
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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OPERATIVE CARTE
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