Zad looked like an angel when she slept.
Eric stood by the door in the small room, watching her. Delicate and beautiful, she was entirely too good for him. He knew that. f**k’s sake, she was royalty and he was… some nerdy kid who got lucky when he was picked up for scholarships and internships.
He wasn’t under any illusions. His mind was the only thing he’d had going for him until his physical transformation, and he’d spent years honing it, expanding his cerebral functionality and knowledge until he had a passel of degrees under his belt and more clout in the scientific community than he could shake a stick at. Well, he had. Until his bosses had tried to have him killed and declared him dead in a terrorist attack.
But that clout, the fact that just his name on any research project guara
