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42 - FINN

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

T he augments live in towers, my father said.

They have powers, he said.

They walk between worlds, he said.

They do God's work, if God's work was that of the Devil.

I mean, it goes way, way beyond that. But this is the take-home message for me. Jasina can sort the details, she's the one with the fuckin' notes. But this is all I need to know.

It's nearly one in the morning now. Jasina has been writing, and rewriting, and outlining, and paraphrasing everything my father said since we saw the blue man hovering above our city like a threat.

He has my Clara.

He has my Clara .

That's the real message. The only one I can concentrate on as Jasina does all her busywork with her notes.

I'm not delusional. I understand that I bear some responsibility for what's happening. I gave her to him. I handed her over.

But it's much easier if the enemy is not me so I table all thoughts about how badly I fucked up and concentrate on what's coming next instead.

I go back into the room, close the door, and look at the countdown. We've got five hours, forty-seven minutes, and sixteen seconds. Which doesn't seem possible.

Where the hell did five hours go?

I exit the room, leaving the door open, and pace in front of the windows, trying to sort out all the many, many things I have learned tonight.

There's still a crowd down in front of the god's tower even though the blue sphere of spark, and the couple kissing inside it, disappeared last night and didn't return.

I'm surprised when Mitch doesn't come back to escort Jasina home. But then again, not really. Because if all that I've learned about Mitch is true, he's panicking. And it's got nothing to do with the down-city girls.

It's because he knows .

He knows about all of this.

He knows what this room does, he knows what the tower is, he knows there are devils pretending to be gods, and he knows that the augment we all saw kissing my Clara last night is something that's neither human or machine, but both.

And the augment has Clara.

But even more importantly, as far as Mitch is concerned, the whole fucking city now knows that Clara Birch is alive. Not here , but alive. And not only that, they think that man was the god.

They think they saw God .

They are not panicked, they are celebrating.

And this wasn't in the plan.

Neither was I, actually. I was just some dumb fool whose father kept him in the dark. Was he protecting me? Was I a ploy? Or did he just realize that his life's work was about to be upended by this false god, and I was his last-ditch effort to save his legacy?

I guess I'll never know. It'll haunt me, I'm sure. I'll probably write a book about it one day and it will be filled with nothing but spite.

Neither here, nor there.

Because the motivations of the last Extraction Master aren't important. What's important is that in five hours and however many minutes and seconds, Tau City will be gone.

I know this because that's what the countdown is. It's set to blow the Extraction Tower, but taking out the tower takes out the Looking Glass. And my father was very clear on what, exactly, this Looking Glass does.

"Firstly, the Looking Glass controls the tower doors. It opens them. But more importantly, it communicates with the god's world, Finn. Without the Looking Glass, there is no connection. And without this connection, the city will die. The explosion of the Extraction Tower won't be enough to take out the whole of Tau City, but it will mark the beginning of the end of everything. And I know what you're thinking, son. You're thinking… this is a terrible idea. But you only think that because you are unable to imagine how much worse it could get. There is no easy way out. The time for an easy way out is long past. This must be done or the worlds will never be the same again. We will never have this chance again. We must end it, Finn. You must end it."

The end.

The end of us, yes.

But more importantly, the end of them .

The god in the tower, his augment, and my Clara as well.

Which I have made peace with. If I can't have her, neither can he.

"OK." Jasina joins me at the window tapping her pencil on her notebook. "Do you want to hear the breakdown?"

"Is it any different than the last one you gave me?" I don't even look at her. I just stare down at the people in their post-holy-moment celebrations.

"Well." Jasina shrugs. "It's more succinct."

I actually smile. Just a little. Then side-eye her. "I'm sure it's perfect." I turn now, placing my hands on her hips, pushing forward, grinding against her.

She blushes. "What are you doing?"

"I feel like our… date got interrupted."

"Yeah, well…" She wriggles a little, like she wants to back away. But I hold onto her hips, unwilling to let go. "Things kind of… went off track, true. But maybe now is not the time?—"

" Jasina . The whole thing blows up in five fucking hours. Now is the only time we have."

"Yeah." She sighs. "I get that. But… there's a lot to do, don't you think? I mean, your father was very specific. Number one?—"

"Are you really making a list?" I whisper these words right up against her ear, causing her to shiver.

"Number one is get out of here. Not have sex. Number two?—"

"Jasina, come on."

"Number two was destroy this tower."

I lean in, kissing her neck. Her shoulder shrugs up, but not because she's pushing me off. It's because my kiss is tickling her. "That's already in progress. The countdown is happening whether we like it or not. And there's five hours. Plenty of time to have sex first, find the trains, and get the hell out of here."

"And number three—after the tower explodes you have a mission!"

"Fuck the mission. I don't care about what comes after. And neither should you. All I care about is how much I crave you right now. And how badly I want to be inside you."

She doesn't protest, but she doesn't say anything, either. She wants to say no. But she's not going to.

"I'm not Mitch," I tell her, whispering these words in her ear. "I'm not going to hurt you. Or force you. Or anything like that. But Jasina, you're mine now, don't you see? You're mine, and I'm yours."

She looks up at me, sapphire-blue eyes wide. "What?"

"You heard me. We're partners now. It's you and me, Jasina. Forever. Don't you get it?" I take my kisses higher. To the edge of her dainty jawline. Then I've got her lips between my teeth. I nibble on them, gently, but also with intention.

For a moment she doesn't kiss me back. But when I persist, and start hiking up the many layers of silk that make up her elaborate skirts, she gives in just a little.

But it's not until my hand finally touches the soft skin of her inner thighs that she really surrenders. Her head drops back when my fingers slide between her legs and she moans when I push one inside her.

I take my time here. I go slow because she wants it slow. Clara always wanted it slow too. Women want to be cherished and loved. And they want you to show them how much you cherish them and love them while you put things inside them. Cocks, fingers, tongues. Whatever.

That's where Mitch got it wrong. You don't need to force them. Ever. Not if you do it right. And success is so easy. All you have to do is make them feel cherished. And I do cherish her, in my own way. I want her to enjoy what I'm doing to her because after she's done, and she's post-climax—all flushed with those soft feelings that make her pliable—I want to do it my way.

I want to enjoy it the way I like it too. And they don't care if you get a little rough. If you pull their hair, or slap their asses, or pinch their nipples.

This is what Clara taught me that last day we were together.

She doesn't care if she's been… primed correctly.

So that's what I do.

I prime my Jasina. Because she is mine now.

But then, when she is moaning, and panting, and writhing, and her hair is plastered to her face with sweat, I take her by the shoulders, whip her around, push her against the window so hard, it rattles. And then I lift up all that silk, grab her hair in my fist, and enter her from behind.

We could die when the countdown reaches zero.

And maybe we will.

Then again, maybe we won't.

But if I have to live in this lie of a world, she's here for the duration.

She will be my comfort.

She will be my toy.

She will be my reward.

I come, and she comes with me, and the whole time I picture doing this to Clara .

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