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Fane collapsed onto the bed in his and Ishan’s room. They had returned to the warehouse when Bern had released him. He had thrown himself through a shower, brushed his teeth, and pulled one of the more creative mechanics off the shop floor to lop off his locks. He ran a hand through his short…
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Lights played across the fogged-up back windows of the car. It smelled of cheap spirits and cigarette smoke. He was curled up under a thin blanket. He had kicked off his shoes, and his toes were cold from the holes in his crusty socks. Melody had finally relented and let him use her as a…
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“Labrat! Grab you’re sticky dots and your laptop.” Fane leaned into Sophia’s office. Sophia, as usual, was buried up to her shoulders in charts and reports. Fane figured she was the reason for deforestation. Corbin popped his head out from beneath a different desk in the room. Fane raised a confused eyebrow at him.
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It was still dark out when Fane roused from a dead sleep. He stretched and blinked. He had woken up two minutes before his morning alarm. He had slept. He had really and truly slept solidly for once since before Melody had died. No nightmares, no creatures, no interruptions. He glanced at the slowly lightening…
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Fane traipsed out of the ship and through the dark machinists field into the middle section of the warehouse. He made his way down to the infirmary where he peeled off the electrodes speckling his skin and tossed them in the bin. He dug around in the first aid kit and found antiseptic spray, gauze,…
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It was late in the afternoon. Lunch had been simple and fast. Sophia had made sure of that. Fane and Bern sat on the bed on either side of the white wolf. Yeller sat in a chair facing them, worry creasing his expression. Ishan leaned up against the wall next to the door. Sophia had…
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Fane was practically buzzing. Ishan watched, baffled at the new bounding ball of energy. Ishan had seen him happily content, yes, but Fane was excited, and not in a murderous way. He slipped his arsenal into his holsters but neglected his socks and boots. His hair pooled around him in a copper curtain. His eyes…
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“You sure you want to do this?” Ishan sat next to Fane on the firing range. Fane had made sure the prince had been outfitted with a pair of mufflers. The bodyguard flicked a glance at Bern. The highlander pulled in a breath and shrugged a little. “It’s up ta him,” Bern nodded at the…
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“We’re dragging in a pair of men from New Punjab this time, Bern.” Corbin prepared the machines. Bern, leaning against the door of the lab, nodded his head indifferently. He had been present for over four hundred and fifty pulls so far. Most had gone down with a tranq and been put into their tanks…
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