So many years have passed, and no one outside has ever uncovered his true identity.
Those who attempted to investigate his background either lost the trail or inexplicably lost interest.
If not for this, in the early years, any bit of evidence would have exposed his secret.
How could he sit here so calmly in this command center, living peacefully until now?
"Female Master, do you...
really not find me annoying?"
Heath Langdon's voice slightly tightened.
He wasn't one to speak much, generally quiet and reserved, with his thoughts hidden deep within his eyes.
Yet now, his mind was being washed over by a flood of unfamiliar and surging memories.
He was saying too much.
Perhaps more now than the sum of what he has said in the past thirty years.
He should have seen a psychiatrist long ago; how could he be so embarrassed in front of the Female Master?
"Not annoying. Quite good."
Selene Kane's tone was gentle.
