"If there is a virus of doubt or a ghost from your past causing this internal instability, I suggest you eliminate it immediately before I decide to purge it from your system myself."
Rea stood frozen in the walk-in closet, the cold steel of the display case pressing against her back. The air around Zeldin felt ionized, charged with a lethal static that made the fine hairs on her arms stand up. His gaze remained locked on her face, his cybernetic eye whirring in a rhythmic, mechanical hum that seemed to cut right through the silence of the room. She looked up at him, her throat tight and her lungs struggling to pull in air. She could not breathe, could not speak, and could not find a way to reconcile the man who had showered her with diamonds with the predator now dissecting her internal
