Chapter 8
Bash leaned his head back, peering around the book in his hands to look at the woman who stole his heart. At just over five feet tall, she was a force to be reckoned with. Despite her petite frame, she was one of the deadliest people he knew. Her short black hair accented her emotionless face.
His chest hurt at the reminder of her constant hell. When she was a child, she was placed into an experiment to create superhuman soldiers. One procedure was to put a microcomputer in her amygdala that sent a pulse of pain, threatening to scramble her brain, every time she felt an emotional reaction. Someday, he would find a way to deactivate it.
Vibrant purple eyes met his and her lips tugged into a soft grin. Butterflies erupted in his abdomen at the small gesture. The chip didn't pick
