When
you’re born without a trace, no one knows you’re a weapon.
I lie
for her.
I hunt
for her.
I kill
for her.
And
above all, I betray my mission for her.
She
doesn’t know why. She doesn’t care why.
I do.
Treason
comes in many forms.
Love is
one of them.
Our
training taught me to be a sociopath. A machine. A pawn. Nothing more than a
tool for a larger goal, without attachments or feelings.
Our
teachers forgot one important detail:
Pawns
shouldn’t have hearts.
Yet we
do.
It
turns out our emotions are our greatest weapon.
And I
know exactly where mine are aimed.
The
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Traceless
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Fateless (release
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I do not sleep.
Kina does, though, and that matters more.
Sleep is a luxury when we are in Woods. She knows it. I know I
should catch an hour or two, especially with my five-night punishment and
determination to go for six, but I can't.
What did I just say?
What did I just do?
Kina has the dreams. I have the dreams. I've never told anyone
else anything that wasn't one hundred percent part of The Mission.
To confess emotion, to confess my own dreams that do not fit The
Mission, could be punished by death.
Or worse. What if I really am so weak? Emotion is shameful. It’s
disgusting.
We fail every time we feel.
She knows this. I know this.
And yet we both spoke. Shared.
Confided.
Why?
What does this mean?
With her sleeping beside me, I let my mind wander, giving in to
the luxury of imagination. For years, the dream has been the same.
A burning wood fire.
A screaming boy.
A woman with long hair being shot.
A man with a shaved head and blue eyes like mine beaten by
another man with a log.
And me with my bow and arrow. My hands are tiny, the skin around
the knuckles dimpled. I've worked with the four-year-olds here at the compound.
I know what young hands look like.
Why would I dream like that?
Author Bio:
Meli
Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents,
bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli
rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the
ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.
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