on her left foot and she’s dragged half a city blockbefore the driver realizes the thumping sound is her head hitting the street. Thanks to my ties to Jean-Claude, master vamp of the city, I healed fast, very fast. The ones who could be anyone, who could be me, if I ever lost the drive to keep living, if I everlet the System and Life in all its Mechanized Modern Majesty grind me into the ground. I knew how to handle the dead.
Theinterior of the skyscraper office of the old man, Bernstein. His body quivered against me. I am my own creature, and Asher is mine now. They finally drifted over to me, looking puzzled.
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