She rocked her skirt suit like a fucking celebrity and was just as untouchable. After the chaos of Jesse’s murder and the subsequent police meat grinder, I’d almost forgotten I was supposed to hand the synth over to Bruno in two days. I might have been able to fool her, had the male synthetic not fucked up my plans, but as I’d suspected, she’d read me like a book the second she’d seen me and had known I was hiding a fuck-load of things from her. I had to tell her the truth, at least some of it. I wasn’t going to tell her how the Nine also wanted her, or how I’d been thinking of her while Jesse was fucking me. That was too much emotional shit I didn’t need right now. My half-truths seemed to have placated her; she would get us off Lyra, if she could hack the port authority. For now, that would have to do. If I could get back-in-black, maybe I could think straight again. As is, I could barely string a fucking sentence together without wanting to throw a punch or throw up.
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