This girl—my fury—has been claimed as our newest vessel. They call her Twenty-three. As the Collective’s heirs, it’s our duty to make her submit. I should have known it wouldn’t be easy. She’s trouble cloaked in seductive mystery. Chaos of the best sort. I feel my control slipping. This woman is a disturbance to our way of life. Something tells me she’ll dismantle this place. And we’ll help her.