TIN SOLDIER
Girls from the Fire Book 3
He was one of the empire’s greatest weapons…
A programmable killer…
A cyborg ungoverned and unhindered by emotion…
Steadfastly loyal to his side of the alliance...
The quintessential Tin Soldier...
And my former commander.
The cyborg I was sent by my side of the alliance to spy on.
The cyborg I was assigned to kill if necessary.
The cyborg I took into my bed and then left behind when the empire crumbled…
Should we meet again, he’s more likely to kill me than to kiss me…
And yet, he’s the one I never stop looking for in crowds…
The last place I expected to find him was naked and glued to a chair in a slave trader’s cargo bay,
So damaged that he doesn’t recognize me,
Has no idea who or what he is,
With whatever programming that held his emotions in check apparently completely decimated.
But his body…
Somehow, his body remembers mine…
Which means, fingers-crossed, that this just may be my chance to do something right the second time that I effed up the first time.
