Chapter 117

Back to the future.

Three days into their voyage found Seth no closer to winning Anastasia over. Considering the smallness of the vessel, it should have proven difficult for her to avoid him. But she managed it somehow.

When she wasn't recharging her batteries in the cyborg version of sleep, she was plugged into the computer, eyes closed, face blank, sifting through the missives and information that came through her newsfeed channels.

But Seth didn't like to be ignored. Just ask Aramus or any of his cyborg brothers. He needed daily contact, whether physical or mental. Her pretending he didn't exist wasn't working for him, not when he couldn't stop himself from thinking about her, recalling all they'd gone through. Pretending they had a future together. Imagining her naked and flushed beneath his heaving body.