The alpha empath, Danyael Sabre, does not feel compelled to risk his cover of anonymity and get involved, until he finds out that the perfect human being looks just like him.
Two men, one face. One man seeks to embrace destiny, the other to escape it. But destiny has a name—Zara. Assassin.
On another Friday night, she would have been out at a Georgetown bar, accepting drinks from attractive men and entertaining their delusions that one of them might be the lucky man to take her home.
Tonight, she had work to do.
The hem of the white lab coat brushed about her legs as she strode toward the double doors that barred entry to the western wing. No one paid her any attention. Scientists and lab technicians scurried past her, nodding at her with absent-minded politeness. On Friday evening, with the weekend beckoning, no one thought about security.
Where men faltered, technology kept going.
The corridor seemed endlessly long, and the security cameras pivoting on ceiling-mounted frames bore into her back. She knew her image featured on one or more of the many monitors at the security desk, but a combination of training and steady nerves kept her pace from quickening or faltering.
Each step brought her closer to a glowing red eye on the security panel beside the door. Undeterred, she waved her badge over the panel. Moments later, the security panel flashed to green and a heavy lock slid back. Another small triumph. It took a series of them to make a victory.