Do your kind even know what love is? Can you feel anything at all, or is it just... programmed?
Marissa MeyerKai neared his desk again, seeing that the fugitive's profile had been transferred to the screen. His frown deepened. Perhaps not dangerous, but young and inarguably good-looking. His prison photo showed him flippantly winking at the camera. Kai hated him immediately.
Marissa Meyer