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“We do,” he answered.

A sound brushed the edge of the platform—a carrier drone, larger than the rest, its belly lit like a chapel. It cleared the Aeroplex and dipped into the glow of the city center, leaving behind a scent like burnt sugar and something else: a faint metallic tang that made Mira’s teeth ache. With the drone’s passing, the platform coolly resumed its previous cadence, and for a bitter second, she wished that silence could be permanent. true bond ch1 part 5 cloudlet hot

As they walked into the city’s soft, ordinary glow, the last thing Mira realized was that the Boy with Wheat Hair hadn’t been a memory at all. He had been a possibility the Bond had offered—one of many images it used to seduce. The difference between memory and possibility was a blade-edge. She’d chosen the blade. “We do,” he answered