Aging telepath Evil Overlord Xander has traded his youthful US Army career and his dreams of using his superpowers to benefit humanity for over-the-hill cynicism, self-imposed exile on his private zoo-for-crazy-people Eynhallow Island, and a serious case of May-December midlife crisis.
And technically, it's only kidnapping if she tries to leave.
"Who exactly is going to hold me accountable for this responsibility?"
"Mankind," Grant said, without missing a beat.
"Like they do now?" Xander laughed.
Secluded on his own island paradise after a life of heartbreak and service…
"I can't help who I am. I didn't mold my own face, or my own mind, nothing! All I've got to do is make sure I can live with myself. I don't care what the whiners say. If I can brush my teeth in front of the mirror in the morning, then I don't care. This is supposed to be my grand effort to make you believe I'm not such a bad guy after all. This is my long shot trial at seduction while still telling myself that you came to me because you wanted to."
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Kore laughed and poured herself another drink. "Oh how nice. I'll have the lawyers draw up a prenup."
the jaded old man with no limits has found an unbeatable adversary: himself…
…and time.
