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later,
okay?”
    Trianne waved back and stared at Ja-hun. Her
lips moved in answer.
    Leelah laughed at what only she could hear.
“Yeah, I know. Scary, yet strangely sexy.”
    Ja-hun perked at her words. She thinks I’m
sexy. He trampled the thought with a mental grind of a boot
heel. Such an unprofessional feeling didn’t deserve to live.
    Gathering his focus, he unholstered his zynpher in case something happened between the house and the
car. His weapon would be useless against snipers, so when they
reached the outdoors, he scanned the area for any sign of a scope
as he walked Leelah to his vehicle.
    He opened her door and watched her sundress
ride up to reveal long legs as she slid into the seat. The sight of
her dancing in the skimpy bathing suit she wore underneath had been
nearly as erotic as walking in on her masturbating. He’d felt an
urge to slam his fist into her dance partner’s face and drag Leelah
away. Where were these animalistic urges coming from? He didn’t
like the hormone-driven primitive he was turning into.
    Ja-hun slipped behind the console of his V-1
and engaged the screen. He gave his destination and the vehicle
slid smoothly down the drive of the Garan estate, past the lax
security post, and onto the street. Though skycabs flew overhead,
privately owned vehicles were still land-bound. The V-1 ate up the
miles, taking them back to the presidential compound.
    “Don’t blame Pratt for letting me go,” Leelah
said after a moment. “He’s good at his job, but I’m even better at
getting my way.”
    Ja-hun believed that. “He should’ve followed
orders. I told him to stay with you until I returned.”
    Her eyes widened and she looked alarmed.
“Seriously, it wasn’t his fault. I wouldn’t want him to lose his
job over this.”
    “Maybe you should have thought of that before
you left the building.” Ja-hun imagined he’d cut Pratt some slack,
but he wanted to force Leelah to think about the possible
consequences of her actions for someone other than herself.
    He focused his gaze on the road. They were
passing the city center, where bright holo-signs clamored for
attention.
    “I’m sorry,” she said in a contrite voice.
“My will is stronger than my common sense sometimes. Don’t take it
out on him.”
    It was obvious she was playing him, trying to
buy his lenience with an apology. Somehow he doubted Ms. Headstrong
had really learned her lesson.
    Leelah gestured to a holo-sign advertising a
restaurant. “Can we stop for something to eat? I haven’t had
anything all day.”
    Ja-hun thought of the Blaines’ huge kitchen
and the on-site cook always available and didn’t feel any sympathy
for her.
    “Just a drive-through? Anything to stay away
from that house a little longer. I feel like a four-year-old. When
will I finally be able to live my life instead of being
overprotected?”
    He wanted to tell her there were a lot worse
things in life than being pampered, but he kept his mouth shut.
    She slid closer to him and rested her hand on
his thigh. His cock automatically stirred.
    “Please, Ja-hun.” It was the first time she’d
used his name. “I’m sorry I ran away. It was childish, and I’m not
just saying that to get you to do what I want. I know sometimes I
come across like a spoiled brat, but that’s not who I really am.”
She paused. “Or at least not all I am. I have dreams and
goals. I didn’t get an education so I could sit around being
catered to by servants like some OldEarth princess. I want to do
things. I want to help people. But because of who my father
is, I’m not free to make my own future. You can imagine how
frustrating that is.”
    Ja-hun glanced sideways at her earnest
expression. It didn’t seem like she was only trying to get more
time away from the house. This was the most she’d said to him in
the few days he’d been around her. Mostly she’d mocked, teased,
complained, or begged. Sincerity was a refreshing change.
    Her hand pressing his thigh