For a relic of war, death is my inevitable release.
Most people can’t kill without regret, but I don’t have that luxury. I am a tank-created nu-human, and my sole purpose hinges on the whims of my tyrannical maniac creator. Town annihilations to political assassinations—I never disobey.
Until I want more.
When I escape beyond the realm of my former master, my only goal is safety—freedom—a life I always wanted. I should have known my creator would send deadly pursuers. He wants to remind me of what I’m never fated to have.
Then destiny tempts me with the unexpected.
When a dragon—a creature said to be long extinct—offers me a chance at true freedom from my former master’s control, I don’t know what to believe. In my line of work, trust kills. But something is different about this creature….
With nothing to lose, I agree to his terms. Now, I wait. Will he give me the freedom I crave, or did I seal my fate?
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