A cold, poker-faced mechanical enforcer × a spoiled, unhinged emotional smuggler. A fierce push and pull between two strong women, flirting with each other at every turn.
Cecilia is the Empire's most ruthless mechanical enforcer. She feels no pain and has no emotions, obeying only the absolute, rational command to kill.
Until she is assigned the S-rank criminal wanted by the entire Federation: Evelyn.
In an abandoned factory amid a hail of bullets, Evelyn pins her against a cold repair table and slips a fingertip beneath her trench coat. “Officer, your mechanical arm seems to be overheating. Want me to cool it down?”
On a rattling, drafty green train, Evelyn clings tightly to her like an octopus, murmuring in her sleep, “Don't go...”
Even in the desperate moment when mech fire rains down overhead, Evelyn dares to lean close to her ear and chuckle. “Go on, grab me by the throat. Aren't you an enforcer?”
Cecilia stares at her mechanical left arm, which keeps flashing an OVERHEAT WARNING, and grits her teeth.
“Shut up! I'm here on a mission, not to be your pillow!”
Evelyn blinks innocently. “But, Officer, your heart was beating so fast when you held me.”
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
