To stop a monster…I’ll become his mate. Bolton is a killer. No doubt about it. I know his kind. But then again, I’m no angel, either. I’ve hunted Reapers for years. I’ve experimented on them. I’ve done things that no living being should have done to them. All because I wanted to learn more about them. Well, now I live amongst them. I revel in their victories. I ache when they mourn. And now…I love one of their leaders. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was only there to provide scientific assistance. But we are soldiers in a war for survival. And war has a way of making you see the beauty in others. Even as you engage in ugly. Now he is my leader. He is my heart. He rules me. I serve him. His enemies are my own. And the love of two dark souls… Will save a race.