Chapter 15 a Lynx

He rose to his feet and shuffled down the hallway into the living room to where Emi was spread out across a couch, sleeping with her forearm shielding her eyes. Her whole body was open and relaxed and melted into the curves and crevasses of the couch in blind trust. Many would have called Emi brave and courageous for accepting the situation as what it was, all while still finding the strength to relax into it, but Iggy didn’t agree. No way. Her openness was reckless, naive, and lucky. Oh, so lucky. So lucky to have been overlooked at New Eden and then so lucky to have been found by a good guy.

Even while Iggy stood watching her, the bursting heart inside of his chest worked outward, trying to crawl away from his unfit body. The curse of all curses. He guarded his left breast with a shaking hand, glimpsing the vandalism along his forearm, too. He was doomed for death. He was exploited. He was abused. He was marked, all while she was not.

And, he hated her for it.