Page 28 of Alien Assassin's Heir

“You speak about that algorithm again, I’ll let the compactor finish its cycle.”

He nods violently.

“Good,” I say, and walk away, wiping my claws on my coat.

Back at the hideout, I pace.

Ishouldbe uploading the exec’s brag to Targen. Should be praising my own initiative. Alliance tech theft? That’s gold for a report.

But I don’t.

Not yet.

Because my brain’s full ofheragain.

Of Luna. And that kid. Her laughter. Her eyes.

It’s all wrong.

I’m not meant to feel this way.

I’m not built for softness, not forged for longing. I was raised in war, honed in shadows, trained to cut throats with a whisper and vanish before the blood hits the floor.

But being here—seeingher again—it’s unmaking me.

Every day that passes, the lines blur.

I’m not a spy.

Not a saboteur.

Not anymore.

I just want her.

And I have no idea how to make that right.