Bought My Deadly Rival As A Pet
Language: en
The apocalypse had already taken everything else, and now it had reduced my bitterest rival to an item on an auction block, locked inside a gilded cage. I was just about to raise my paddle to buy him when the Oracle Feed—the psychic broadcast that streamed endlessly through the ocular implants of the Citadel’s elite—flashed across my vision. [Is the side-chick actually psychotic? He’s the strongest Aether-class operative we have. He’s faking this whole “helpless slave” routine just so he can get close to the Golden Girl and be her devoted attack dog. It’s their twisted foreplay. Why is…