She had spent the night wrapped in the suffocating embrace of the Supreme Commander, desperately trying to ground herself in the physical reality of his synthetic heartbeat.
But the foundation of her world had violently fractured. Was she a real girl from Sector 4? Were her memories of her parents in the tech lab actual history, or just pre-programmed backstory?
Before the spiraling panic could completely overwhelm her depleted biological battery, the private elevator of the Tower Zero penthouse chimed with a soft, melodic ping.
Nikki was currently propped up against a mountain of plush silk pillows in the center of the massive bed. She wore one of Adonis's oversized, pristine white undershirts, the thick medical gauze still wrapped securely around her head.
The doors of the master suite hissed open.
"Holy irradiated hell, Nikki!"
