But her understanding was, in truth, still flawed.
Because contrary to what she believed now, Sage didn't love Zaeryn because of his impossible anatomy, though she certainly considered it a significant bonus.
What truly captivated her, what had drawn her in from the very beginning, was the glorious, infuriating paradox of him. From the first time she laid eyes on him, she could tell that he was a glitch in the matriarchy's perfect code, an anomaly that defied every law of their reality.
She, a scientist who lived by data and predictable outcomes, was irresistibly drawn to the one variable she could never fully solve.
That was what had drawn her into him initially, but as she knew him, she loved him for more than that.
Sage and her mom moved through the sterile white corridor, the silence between them a weapon in itself. Cassia's steps were sharp and controlled, her posture radiating an aura that was colder and more dangerous than any shouted word.
