Page 105 of Even Robots Die

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Fuck, this feels so good.

Better than anything I could conjure in my dreams.

“Isabella Cordoba, last known address,quatre boulevard Haussmann, Paris eighth.”

Milton’s voice rings loud and clear in the small workshop, and Brice pulls away from me.

His breathing is as ragged as mine and my breasts heave slowly as I collect myself.

Milton’s reminder that getting in Brice’s pants shouldn’t be my priority right now is not lost on me.

“This was …” I say, still out of breath. I mean to add ‘phenomenal’ or ‘insane’ after, but Brice speaks before I finish.

“A mistake.”

And my world collapses a bit at these two little words.

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Brice

This was a mistake.

I should have stopped myself way before that damn artificial intelligence stopped us.

I should have been able to control myself.

I should have been able to stay away from Florentine.

My breathing is ragged and I have no idea how I’m still not back to normal.

Florentine’s blood drums inside of me when I have barely drunk two drops of her blood.

Two drops. That’s all that was needed to be my downfall.

Wrong.

Florentine. That’s all that’s needed to be my downfall.

I see it now.

I have never had any control when it comes to that woman.

She doesn’t even know, but she’s under my skin and all I want is to drown in her.

It started well.

I was well on my way to drowning.

I want to rage at the damn AI—Milton—but it was the reminder I needed.

Against her will, I bit her.

And now, I can’t be sure if my bite is the reason why she fell so willingly into my arms.

Maybe I’m the monster people have said I am since the birds toyed with my brain.

I take a deep breath.

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