Unbreakable

Unbreakable

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jan 20, 2015
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“They were and agency of murderers and liars. Her only consolation was that they murdered and lied for good.” When Ria Matthews was called up to level 52, she never expected to be handed the reins on the most important mission: train the Unbreakable. He was the perfect weapon: stronger, smarter, more agile. Designed to dismember the rebellion before it could take off. But Ria’s gotten more than she bargained for. The weapon is a little too human, and his “clean slate” may not be so clean. So what happens when her star-gazing smoking buddy starts remembering his life before he volunteered? Ria can’t know who to trust anymore when her world is thrust into a whirlwind and lies come uncovered. But she’s in too deep and has too much blood on her hands too turn back, her only way out is to charge at it head on. Too bad she’ll be taking those closest to her down in the process.
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