Emma Hix Secret Agent -

From above, the sound of boots on marble. Korr's men were sweeping the library. But there was another sound, too—the rhythmic click of a familiar cane. Control was coming down himself.

He had replaced them with a training montage, a fabricated childhood of orphanages and elite academies. He had made her love him, in the way a tool loves the hand that wields it. emma hix secret agent

"Why did you build it?"