MKay doesn't like people, she doesn't like men, can barely stomach being in the same room as they.
But Paul makes her feel different. He pulls on something buried deep inside of her, igniting an old flame that she thought long since extinguished.
MKay doesn't like people, she doesn't like men, can barely stomach being in the same room as they.
But Paul makes her feel different. He pulls on something buried deep inside of her, igniting an old flame that she thought long since extinguished.
I laid there on the floor, the blood from my wounds pooling around me, mixing with the dirt floor of my father's hut. He'd done another of his experiments, he was trying to make the perfect species...